19gmt2lSiponh0ite15ch1 · the forest calls to me the moon whispers softly its light streaming gently through the trees glimmering off the water talking just to me . there’s a stillness in the air a sort of anticipation of what’s to come . i can feel it a kind of magic . and as i’m sittingContinue reading “Traveler On the Backroads“
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Traveler On the Backroads
· a slight breeze rustles in the canopy above as i walk this quiet country road in thought a stone fence keeps me company that must’ve been made many years ago and up ahead near a bend in the road is a small farm quite old with weathered wood from standing strong against the winterContinue reading “Traveler On the Backroads“
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Traveler On the Backroads
This is where I want to be right now … With a nice warm cup of campfire coffee and some warmer weather … The fire crackling. Popping. Dancing in the breeze. Your fingers brushing through the branches above. The scent pine flowing over me. A mountain stream skipping and cascading over rock and stone, swirlingContinue reading “Traveler On the Backroads“
Traveler On the Backroads
· they speak to me in an ancient tongue. in a language from when the world was young they tell a tale of long ago when the rivers flowed wild and free the skies were clear and the wildflowers shimmered in the morning sun Yes, life had just begun she whispers to me sings toContinue reading “Traveler On the Backroads“
Traveler On the Backroads
· this time this time shared with You before the world opens her eyes when the pre-dawn light is still and my soul is swimming in the magic that lingers as the earth sigh sits first sigh and slowly opens her eyes bringing warmth and beauty as she chases away the night the silence andContinue reading “Traveler On the Backroads“
Traveler On the Backroads
we live in a magical world a world of wonder a world of beauty to see it to feel it to experience this wonder this magic this beauty all we have to do is open our hearts open our eyes And breathe it in like we did once long ago. when we looked upon it,Continue reading “Traveler On the Backroads“
The Queen’s English
The greatest adventure is what lies ahead.Today and tomorrow are yet to be said. The chances, the changes are all yours to make. The mold of your life is in your hands to break.~ Taken from ‘The Greatest Adventure’, ( The Ballad of The Hobbit), written by Maury Laws (music) and Jules Bass (lyric) andContinue reading “The Queen’s English“
Traveler On the Backroads
the moments we shared together. the laughter the love over coffee and meals or just passing the time these moments so precious and few fill my heart and soul with a lifetime .. ..Of memories shared with You . ~ poem “A Lifetime Shared With You” by Michael Traveler, author/poet
Traveler On the Backroads
LIFE HAPPENS IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE,HERE ONE MOMENT GONE THE NEXT.CHILDREN LIVE in the moment. They get right up Close and Personal with their surroundings and they interact with them: chasing butterflies, picking up leaves and rocks, hugging every creature they meet and then begging to bring it home. Busy living life, experiencingContinue reading “Traveler On the Backroads“
Traveler On the Backroads
· she has stood the test of time weathered wars and seasons seen her share of brutal winters watched grass fires sweep across the prairie devouring everything in their wake heard the laughter of children fast at play while pa worked the fields and ma hung laundry out to dry watched lovers share a picnicContinue reading “Traveler On the Backroads“
Traveler On the Backroads
little things add up drops of rain become puddles streams rivers oceans. the gentlest snow fall blankets the earth the trees the branches the eaves of houses with a kind of magic acts of kindness open doors minds hearts souls expressions of love heal wounds broken hearts shattered dreams Little things add up one heartContinue reading “Traveler On the Backroads“
Spiritual Quotes & Beautiful Photographs ·
I am the breeze that kisses your cheek. I am the sun that warms your face. When you look at the purple evening sky, it is me. When you see a majestic mountain, it is me. When the birds sweetly sing,it is my voice. When the water gently laps against the shore, it is myContinue reading “Spiritual Quotes & Beautiful Photographs ·”
Serendipity Corner
tJanuary a1h31p loant16 6:60or38 AMd · Each day is born with a sunrise and ends in a sunset, the same way we open our eyes to see the light, and close them to hear the dark. You have no control over how your story begins or ends. But by now, you should know that all things have an ending.Continue reading “Serendipity Corner“
Traveler On the Backroads
0tS86pt7oi2la9n0rt357huf02 · Listen. And you will hear the breeze brushing softly through the trees birds singing your heart beating your soul awakening God whispering. I made this for You .~ poem “Soul Awakening” by Michael Traveler, author/poet..about Author:This morning, I took a walk down by the river in the woods that hugs its banks. TheContinue reading “Traveler On the Backroads“
Traveler On the Backroads
t45l5agmpnhor8efh402 · MY GRANDMOTHER PASSED ON over thirty years ago. I was in my early twenties and off exploring the world and did not learn of her passing until six months after her funeral. It felt as if she was just away and would one day be back. Even after visiting the grave site besideContinue reading “Traveler On the Backroads“
Traveler On the Backroads
05tmSh4tnaoc4l3908cglh1 · I love morning, especially that time right before the sun crests the horizon, when the whole world is still asleep and a few birds start to sing. There’s a stillness in the air, a sort of magic just hanging there. I can feel the anticipation, the sense that something wonderful is about toContinue reading “Traveler On the Backroads“
Traveler On the Backroads
88f20pot3hnig5oeh84 · WHEN I WAS A WEE LAD and felt the need to get away, I would run across the field to the trees that hugged the river. As I wandered through the woods, I would listen to the breeze brushing like fingers through the branches and leaves above. I would dream of far awayContinue reading “Traveler On the Backroads“
Traveler On the Backroads
Si6001o524rha0adfa2 · .~ poem “His Hand” by Michael Traveler, author,poet. his hand gently molds us out of dust he paints the sky the mountain tops the valleys down below scatters flowers ‘cross the field a breeze to usher in the coming summer shower down down down it comes dancing on each petal.how wondrous is hisContinue reading “Traveler On the Backroads“