I have been a stranger
I have walked alone
Seen a hundred highways
Never found a home
It is Sunday in Nashville
Nashville is not my home, but it is where I will be doing my living for the next few days
Once I venture beyond this computer screen, there will be new faces to fill in with their stories
New sites to see my eyes
A trip alone to a new city
Will this trip be just a comma in the sentence of life
Or a new chapter in my already odd odyssey
Life is what you make it
Or, better yet, what you allow God to make it
William Blake said:
In the universe, there are things that are known, and things that are unknown, and in between, there are doors.
Today, for some reason I do not understand, my new door is in Nashville, Tenneessee
Go find yours!
It may be right in your own backyard!
and that's poetiquejustis