The End of Fear: Happiness in Traveling the World
Florence in the Midst
Crossing from one side to the next
Feeding my wanderlust fix
Plaza Doors
Through wide open doors I move
For my restless soul to console
Raising one’s eyes up to the skies
Fears of flight deeply kneaded in my being
But my joints ache for cultural sightseeing
Holding steady
I can’t deter the turbulence while airborne
But I need not be torn
As I end this fear
Categories: mental health, Poetry, Travel
psychologistmimi 
Through wide open doors I move
For my restless soul to console
… sharp words that deep strike my soul
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Thank you so much! Have a wonderful weekend
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thanx ^^ … you too
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Evocative words and images – which I will reflect on when I’m traveling to Iceland later this month.
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I am so happy for you and jealous 🙂 I have been dying to do to iceland. was thinking of taking a long weekend there in the coming weeks. be sure to tell us about your adventure!
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Reblogged this on frijasroxanne.
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Thanks for the reblog! Cheers
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No problem, you’re most welcome!
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