| A small circle: Does Anyone Know You Are Going This Way? |
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5 Aug 2002 @ 01:38 by jazzolog : My Reflection in the RearView Mirror 5 Aug 2002 @ 07:16 by shawa : Welcome, Dianne! Made me smile.LCHAIM. :-) 6 Aug 2002 @ 12:11 by swan : This way and that way, the destination is not as important as the journey.And the signs that point the way. Thank you for your log and welcome to NCN. 10 Aug 2002 @ 20:02 by quidnovi : Otherwordly traveler Does anyone know you are going this way? Those signs are found on desolate roads in the middle of nowhere as a warning to travelers. A reminder that if anything were to happen to them there, no one would know about it or would ever be likely to find them (until too late). The common sense precaution before engaging onto such roads is to let a close one know of your whereabouts so that someone will know to be concerned if you do not come back. This title brought back to my mind fond memories of Cold Fever, the movie by Fridrik Thor Fridriksson ( [link] ) I think Lisanne Skyler describes it best in her review when she speaks of a spiritual road trip to "a place that cannot be found on any map": [link] 11 Aug 2002 @ 01:26 by shawa : Wow. So it was not only poetic. It is a concrete real sign! Thanks for the comment, Francis. I like the way it is applied to the spiritual path. Sounds like a real interesting movie, too. (Thanks for the link. Won´t miss it if it comes this way). 6 Sep 2002 @ 17:54 by craiglang : Kewl - welcome Hi Dianne, Welcome. I love your writing. Best, -Craig 7 Sep 2002 @ 01:18 by shawa : Hi, Dianne! Your piece has "surfaced again", through Craig´s comment, and I wanted to say hello, after having read it again :-) ...Show me reality AND show me love..., both. Together, always. Thanks. 9 Sep 2002 @ 15:30 by i2i : Re-tour-ning I just returned from a desert island, Or did I? Im still there, Gazing at the fogfall down the palisades at sunset, Trudging along the rocky mesa in my dusty hiking boots up Green Mountain and down Point Bennett viewing the Seals and Sea Lions, down the beach. Im still there. Im also still walking up a grassy hill in my pointy high heels With my girlfriends in our spring flower dresses, Towards the old plantation to eat tuna sandwiches on white crustless bread And drink iced tea. Still there, And still canoeing on the river at night. With so much of me So many places and times, Its no wonder I rarely make it to these cyberpages. Hello, anyway. And thank you for taking a peek at one of my places. 9 Sep 2002 @ 18:08 by swan : Hello Dianne Looking forward to meeting you Friday in "one of your places" 9 Sep 2002 @ 20:17 by i2i : Meeting Wow! Virtual promises to meet Reality on Friday the 13th! What an amazing world! I'm looking forward to our meeting. Wish Shakti could join us, too. Maybe another time we can convene in Spain. Other entries in Diary 13 Jun 2006 @ 23:54: The Final Frontier? 4 Mar 2006 @ 07:17: The Age of disinformation 20 Feb 2006 @ 08:21: Political Fiction---or is it? 10 Nov 2004 @ 03:22: "Family Values" 18 Oct 2004 @ 21:58: One Nation Under God 23 Aug 2004 @ 01:24: The Planet is Fine... 27 Apr 2004 @ 15:23: 54% 24 Apr 2004 @ 14:32: The Schmürz 5 Apr 2004 @ 16:54: Does the end justify the means? 20 Sep 2003 @ 15:42: The American Way
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