Dear Stan,
it is very nice to have a poem dedicated..and more important that you consider you house as a safe place where you can come back any time!!This is what family should be..we love you and all the people in Italy wait for you ANYTIME!!!! Love from Mari e c.

I just have the funniest picture in my head reading this again-- you, like Johny Appleseed, your pack slung across your back,,, and suddenly, a poem is born in my head. ,,, sometime soon I'll post it. I'll drop you a line when I do. Thanx for the inspiration. --Charlie

Stan, This poem captures my feelings of life is a journey not necessarily a destination..You are right, just go where the wind takes you, but always be safe and aware.
If you are ever on the east coast, look me up, We can "linger"..lol
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "Vivianna"

...many homes...has been my travels...and my lifetime...I would not trade.
continue the movement...
well written Stan...
John

This poem can bring warmth to the coldest places, beautiful imagery and sentiments Stan!

Home is this earth for us Gypsys. We go when the urge strikes and we find a niche to stay, get warn and smell new flowers and then the wind will turn and we'll drift away. This is a very moving piece.
peace and love,
Susan

Home is where the heart is regardless of where one's is, physically. Your adventures sound like a bit of heaven on earth. Wish you could take me with you, but ...

God bless you. Kathy

> < of an into the wildesque type of venture; somehow all prophets seem to go wandering, and most in those desert.ed regions. . ..a wailing wall of your own world-- -and i would imagine as filled with reds and ochres and umbers as any bleeding HEart.. .
the part that scares me is "the cold nights, shivering. a\lone"::: i should have no fear for when you ARE alone...but you.... the dark[ness] makes a beautiful but terribly isolative blanket.. ..*sigh* a small prayer. ..but the transcendental makings, the illuminative understandings of your own, of what will be in your BEing...
and not all who wander are lost :}
and home is where the heart is [so 'they' say]--but soemtimes the heart gets lonely, and home should never be that. ..
this has such a deeper resonant longing to it::: wanderlust indeed..
sometimes the only light burning is the one from within [irony is that it may be upon those high desert p(l)ains and plateaus waiting for you as well]
egads, i did ramble on...
SRY
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real.ness

Well said and feel of being spiritually drawn is very evident...

Be always safe,
Karen

Stan, the thing I can tell you from past experiences is that it's not the destination, but the journey that makes the travelling so worth while. Good on you...nice write to.

Peace,
Dan

"I have found kindness in
unsuspecting places"
A lovely thought this is... Long ago I was told that a home is where you are welcome to stay and not just visit.. and I believe I have many 'homes' out there as I travel this 'life' and its pathways.

Myrna

Lovely write, Stan; very well penned! BRAVO!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D

Beautiful, Stan, well done, to always have a home to go back to -

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Beautifully captures the philosophy of "Life is a journey, not a destination"!