My lover and I are traveling tramps. By this, I mean we are able to just roll along, come what may. We are continually lost, most every day, sometimes multiple times a day, in various cities. We run low on gas in the aloneness of mountain passes. We run out of food and survive feasting on a few raisins, a roll from the plane my lover had saved in her purse, a bit of trail mix, and an apple. We make do, living on my lover's smile and happy hearts. But we are with God, and He with us. We ask Him for help and we acknowledge all His goodness.
The reality of our travels is we live a charmed life, find ourselves in the most amazing places, seeing the most amazing things, being alone, together with God and all His creatures. “All creatures great and small, the Lord God made them all.”* From the ocean side in Portugal. lee
*"All Things Bright and Beautiful" by Cecil Frances Alexander
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