I want to tell my sons and daughters.
That the jitters that they face
On any venture new, bold or pother,
Is nothing new for my person or grace.
I went through this toil and trouble.
Without the knowledge to any, save,
My own self and my Beholder
Seeming to be a clone, a double, or a trace.
While all the time being at the counter
Cutting, cooking, cleaning, or washing.
Simply seeking closure; defying any flounder
Forever put under erasure; yet, dreaming..
Do not disdain if you happen to tumble by any,
Who though playing backstage; have elevated many!
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Can You Drive a Ford Fiesta Through a Desert?
I’m flying down the B1 highway from Windhoek to Keetmanshoop with a map and a boot full of camping gear. I’m excited for the first stop of my Namibian road trip: the Quiver Tree Forest. I spot the sign and turn onto the C17, off the tarmac and onto the gravel. I’ll be there soon; it’s only ten miles or so. I am unprepared for what comes next. The car slides and slips across the road. I am not fully in control anymore. I slow to a crawl. The car judders and shudders, the noise deafening, the vibrations rattling the teeth in my skull. It takes me around an hour to drive the ten miles. I arrive at the campsite relieved to be in one piece, even if it feels like all my bones have been shaken slightly out of place. I will later learn that this is what happens when the gravel road becomes “corrugated”, and that the roads authority goes round once a week to “grade” them. Seems I arrived about 6 days after the grader had last been round.
By Jenifer Nim6 days ago in Wander
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heart touching
beautifully written
i can relate to it
very nice