Tell us about the farthest you’ve ever traveled from home.
Photographers, artists, poets: show us DISTANCE.
The farthest place I’ve traveled from home… I go there every day, whichever second or minute of the passing hour I see fit.
I just need to close my eyes and I will visit any dreamland I wish for.
I just need to open a book and I can begin a journey through Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, Middle Earth, Narnia, the Midlands and Westland… I can go farther and farther until it seems that the universe is swollen with so many worlds it cannot accommodate any more.
“Just a small town girl, livin’ in a lonely world
She took the midnight train goin’ anywhere” – Journey “Don’t Stop Believin'”
This could very well be the opening line of my memoir. I was born in a poor small, sleepy border town and couldn’t wait to run away from there.
“Oh, the movie never ends
It goes on and on and on and on” – Journey “Don’t Stop Believin'”
The last sentence is yet to be written. Life goes on and on. I will see where it’s headed. Hopefully someplace good.
Daily prompt from: https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=632687396758585&set=a.599260846767907.1073741825.175634409130555&type=1&relevant_count=1.
Tell us about a journey — whether a physical trip you took, or an emotional one.
Photographers, show us JOURNEY.
Let’s try not the metaphorical but literal approach to the term “journey”. For me it is about moving around on feet. Simple as that. Or is it?
I can’t help but wonder why sometimes when it comes to moving, we do so much to make it difficult? I’m talking here especially about women. We allow our feet be imprisoned by uncomfortable shoes – like my high heels on the picture.