“Loooooook! We’re in Innnn-deeee-ah!”
Calliope swivels her head.
Henrietta naps.
The percolator’s light is lit.
A confused muse sits on a familiar stool… legs under a familiar granite countertop.
“Vicariously — ,” Nia clarifies, “— in India. Ilene is sporting her 3musesmerge tee on her travels.
“I see…” Cal studies today’s image. “… we see the world through different eyes because… our friend takes us with her.”
There are no foreign lands.
It is the traveler only who is foreign.
~Robert Louis Stevenson
A note from LoveLetterist:
If one is unable or unready to move about the world, I have learned that the world comes to you -- many worlds actually.
Everything you notice and invite into your life...
from a new friend...
to a tortoise beetle found stuck in a spider's web...
has the potential to take you somewhere...
you have never been before.
🤦🏻♀️ I forgot to insert a link to Two Nomads.
Here you go!
https://www.linkedin.com/feed/update/urn:li:activity:7112047843619557378/