So much is misunderstood in this world about our intentions and who we are.
Are we the person the world sees groping through our own shortcomings, tipping the bottle to our lips, looking for courage that is not courage, only the euphoric rush of absolute despair, vibrant for a moment then consigned to a hole, deep and dank, where camelback cave crickets crawl over our dreams?
Or are we the shining star we see behind our own smile when dancing visions of greatness free our feet from muddy ground and we take wing with the hawk who has attained magnificent heights above the crows that were chasing him?
On a good day I feel I am looking at God’s perfection in a broken mirror.
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Mussels have taken over southern rivers.
An outdoorsy, Thoreau-vian, redneck-hippie blog about walks in the woods, canoe floats down rivers, and fishing in creeks. There's also a little insight and poetry I've picked up along the way.
Mussels have taken over southern rivers.
About Me
- Freemanwalking
- Nashville, Tennessee, United States
- Billy Plant...living the dream.
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