|a bowl full of cherries instead?|
Carmel was my escape for the day. I'm in need of beauty, nature and a glimpse at my ole picnic-life!
I found peace and loveliness. I tasted divine pleasure. I walked anywhere - other than hospital halls. Might this be misconstrued as denial or selfishness? My loved ones know where my heart lies. My body and soul crave visual, creative, - color, beauty and an open road plan in which to wander. Yet, I will and do contain myself and submerge myself wholeheartedly into situations where I'm needed. As in this situation with my father.
Am I in denial of the graveness facing my family? They know me better.
I did search for the "bright side" in this beautiful seaside town. It was like turning on a light, re-igniting the sun... Making my body smile for just an afternoon.
How could it not?... have you looked at these photos? Pure delight!
I acknowledge that rather than zooming down the road, I might tend to my own garden - begin projects aplenty for the Goat Hill Fair..... (or get back to my Mom)
Something to be said for ESCAPE-ISM though...
I'll take a picnic anywhere I can get one...
|wine in a paper cup|
Why can't life be both LEMONS and STRAWBERRIES - or for that matter RHUBARB PIE if I so choose?
Tomorrow the road leads to other callings - I'll be at the side of my Mother and Father - because I want and need to fulfill these obligations. My route of escapism is on a detour for awhile!