A true end
just begins
On this path
each step counts
Where it leads
matters not
Loss of way
guides the truth
Joy maps out
twists and turns
Green Park, London, June 2011, c.b.w.
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c.b. 2012
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C.B. Wentworth
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C.B. Wentworth 
Honoring each and every step of this life-journey! Your photo reminds me of Central Park when I visited my daughter a year or two ago.
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If Central Park is anything like Green Park, I’ll have to make sure I get there one day! 🙂
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Very nice.
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Thanks! 🙂
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Gorgeous green! The poem is perfect. 🙂
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Thank you! 🙂
The green is something that always amazes me about London. Its a huge city, yet it is so green (even beyond the parks).
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Yes, great poem and picture!
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Thank you! 🙂
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Love that the tree branches form an archway over the sidewalk.
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Me, too! 🙂
You should see how they arch over the roads in Camden. I may have to hunt down that picture!
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my mind asks “where does that path lead?”
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And then you remember the best paths are those that meander. 🙂
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a tree tunnel with benches – heaven.
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It was a perfect afternoon (a bit chilly, but still wonderful). 🙂 I can still hear the leaves rustling overhead.
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I love tree tunnels like this!
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I grew up in Northern Wisconsin, so every road was covered by a tree tunnel. I loved them as a child and I still do today. 🙂
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I grew up in Northern Ohio. We didn’t have tree tunnels everywhere, but over the years, one formed over our driveway. I always loved goinig up and down our driveway in the summer.
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Oh, yes….it is the joys that make our paths so delightfully higglity-pigglity, and that draw us ever onward!
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Those twists and turns are my favorite part as they are so much fun. 🙂
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loss of way / guides the truth.
lovely photograph.
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Thanks so much! 🙂
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All that beautiful green… I’m so out of touch as a desert dweller. Gorgeous. I’m learning how to see other paths, slowly.
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Just remember every path changes for a reason. You will find your footing! 🙂
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Loved this poem!
That’s a terrific shot … nice to be embedded in all that green!
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Thanks! 🙂
Walking down that path was like being hugged by a tree. 🙂
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lovely… I used to work minutes from Green Park. I spent many a happy lunch hour there!
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I went there so many times! It’s so much quieter than Hyde or St. James, but you’re still right in the thick of things. 🙂
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Thanks for the poem 🙂 I wish we had green parks like this in Phx. “where it leads matter not”-filled with such philosophical wisdom-I like the next line-if we lose ourselves, we’ve lost the truth. Hindsight. Heartache.
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I wish we had parks like that, too! 🙂
This one is all about letting go and trusting in the path we’re on. It will lead where we’re supposed to go! 🙂
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Guess I have some serious trust issues then 😦 Maybe if the path wasn’t pitted with so many potholes and poisonous critters. What happened to all the flowers and sunshine?
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I have trust issues as well (mostly with people), but I’ve learned fate is a bit smarter than me. 😉
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