Wherever you go, there you are.
Sun or stars, shadows or high noon;
The same knowing moon shines on you.
You may visit exotic places, meet new faces.
Be a stranger in a strange land, act stranger still;
Chase your passions and dreams,
Run from your heartaches, boredom, troubles, fears,
But through and through, they know no borders.
Wherever you go, there you are;
Your Grand Getaway, then, my friend,
Is not to Giza, West Ed. Mall or (Insert Desired Destination of the Day, Month, Year).
Here's a hint: it's much nearer.
It's not a vay-kay, but a stay-kay,
Global in reach, but locally made and consciously grown.
It ain't to Kansas, in "Seven Sleeps,"
Destination: Retirement-Ville,
or Any Other Perceived or Pined-For Utopia.
Your Holiday Haven,
Your Greatest Escape ... to unshackled freedom,
Your Greatest Escape ... to unshackled freedom,
Available en momento ("in this very moment" en Espagnol) ...
Is back to
~ Jenn xo
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