where will you go

Paths that lead, paths that keep you guessing
walking daily, devotedly, will open your eyes
exploring the Appalachian is outdoors
you can explore the indoors of your mind
imagine and create
violence and cooling of stars
a toil and a tool
“silence of departure” lingers
like dreams of white clouds
after the rain leaves at night
you sense a new arrival
“everything (is) about to arrive
the moment when you know all
and everything is decided forever”
like holding a stone to your heart
and learning its ancient stories
that will nourish a lifetime.

note: the quoted phrases are from On the Road by Jack Kerouac which I’m currently reading and enjoying.

then the vision came to me

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“Quickly, as if she were recalled by something over there, she turned to her canvas. There it was—her picture. Yes, with all its greens and blues, its lines running up and across, its attempt at something. It would be hung in the attics, she thought; it would be destroyed. But what did that matter? she asked herself, taking up her brush again. She looked at the steps; they were empty; she looked at her canvas; it was blurred. With a sudden intensity, as if she saw it clear for a second, she drew a line there, in the centre. It was done; it was finished. Yes, she thought, laying down her brush in extreme fatigue, I have had my vision.”

Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

note: To The Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf, one my favorite books.
photo: when grapes are young (Saintsbury Winery,Napa Valley,CA)