A Map of the Interior
What lives inside my busy brain is far from France, the hills of Spain,
the Rio Grande, or the coast of Ireland, and yet almost
each single time I step inside, I see my thoughts roam far and wide,
as though the moment they begin, they light a universe within,
a place nobody else can sense, and yet it’s palpable, immense
and potent as no state on earth; this is my place of greatest worth.
If in your mind you travel, too, I hope the countries that are You
are equally enchanting, wide, and vivid, and that there inside
you find as you grow older, more great places that you can explore—
and if in old age we forget all else, we’ll have one journey yet
to places fond not left behind, the inner reaches of the mind.
Art-Colored Glasses 
I’m feeling extraordinarily introspective today, so just one word – Lovely!
That one word makes *my* day! Thanks, Michelle!
Mind trip!! (one of my instructors called it ‘fighting klingons’) I’ve logged frequent flyer miles on those! 😉
I knew we were simpatico in that sense as soon as we started this correspondence. 😉 Look out, Klingons everywhere!!!
Mind travel is indeed the way to go. Expressed beautifully in your words:)
I’ve generally found mind travel to be the cheaper approach, too, except perhaps when the teacher caught me at it. 😉
Beautiful
Thanks!
This is just wonderful, Kathryn! Sometimes I think my travels are so much more richer and wider, now they exist mostly in my intellectual and emotional travels and discoveries. XO
It’s only in heart and mind that we can truly inhabit every molecule of our adventures, I think. Yours, I know, are rich as can be because of your wealth of imagination.
xoxo