Voyagers

What is the “real” version of driftwood: the original tree, the long voyage on the sea, or the pile at rest of the beach, harboring flowers?

How would you describe the point in your life’s journey where you are currently?

2 thoughts on “Voyagers”

  1. I am traveling along on a current that I don’t know where it is taking me and I am afraid. If I can make myself into a pilot, then I’ll have some comfort that the direction I choose will suffice; if not I may drift into the backwaters of the river and get stalled there.

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