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OK, it’s just a mini-one-night road trip, but still….yippee!

My last couple of mini-road trips haven’t been particularly stellar, due to my frame of mind.  But I’m optimistic for this one because, well, I’m just feeling more optimistic these days.  It was an impulse decision this morning to go away tomorrow to see something new and cool before I hit the cubicle next week.  It’s an Ice Festival up in the mountains in an old town that I’ve only driven through before.  (As you can see, I continue to try to embrace winter as fully as possible, for which I deserve a pat on the hand, or elsewhere if you choose.)  So look for a tale of adventure, woes, joys, villans, food, hidden treasure and old graves this weekend, complete with pictures.  I believe there’s internet at the reformed (wait, I mean remodeled) schoolhouse-turned-inn at which I am staying, just in case installments are necessary.

To whet your appetite, here are a couple of pictures from yesterday’s blister-inducing hike:

I have always loved travelling alone.  It is nice to remember what I have always loved.  It’s a challenge when you’ve shared so much of yourself and the things and places you love with someone you love who you don’t have anymore.  I was feeling so desperate for a while, thinking I could not return to those places, those activities without memories pulling too hard at my heart.  I am overcoming that little tiny bit by little tiny bit, and focusing on loving me, and remembering who I am at heart all by myself, remembering that the things I loved before I loved the man are still the things I love.  I just showed my love – and shared my love – by sharing them with him.  And sharing your love – and loving yourself –  is what life’s all about.

Time to sync up the iPod!  And to share with you the beautiful moonrise this evening…

The Ring of Truth

My finger feels the absence of my rings.
They had been there for so long,
so welcome
so integral to me
just like our love
that the lack of them is more

It is like a phantom limb for me, that place on my finger
where they were.
Two silver bands
wrought by two different hands
presented in
two different lands
by one true man.

As I changed, they moved more and more
roaming on the surface of my skin,
exploring their limits
and pushing their boundaries,
leaping from my finger
in a joyful, hard-won free flight
from time to time.

I still
sometimes have a momentary sense of panic
when I feel for them
and they are not there.
And then I remember.

They live now,
a comfortable, safe life
on a false hand that I bought
for no discernable purpose
long before I met you
just because I knew
that for some reason I had forgotten
I needed one.

They sit
stacked as always
on a graceful acetate finger
next to an alarm clock
and a rubber chicken
not fulfilling their destiny
but waiting
eternally patient.

I cannot always see them
but I always know
that they are there.

Submitted to the Thursday Poet’s Rally.

Photo Title: Wyoming State Capitol

Cheyenne, Wyoming.

Quote of the Day: “If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten we belong to each other.”  —  Mother Teresa

February 2011


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