Tuesday, November 23, 2010

I Got a Feeling

My intuition speaks to me often. I get a feeling about most stuff in my life.  This includes places I visit.

On my road trips, I have hit up a few different areas in Pennsylvania, Kentucky, Tennessee, Virginia, New York, North Carolina, and Georgia.  And from there I have started to accumulate feelings for these places. Places I would love to live. Places I think are interesting to visit. Places I'd be content never seeing again.

When I go to these places, I get a feeling. I feeling that tells me exactly how I feel about that little place in this world.

The places I never want to see again are places that feel of hurt. There is destruction without a sense of hope permeating from its ground.  It's not that these places aren't beautiful. They might be the prettiest vistas in the entire world, but the hurt, the hurt just lingers in the air like smoke from an old industrial chimney. 

There are places that interest me. They hold a charming spell over my imagination and creativity.  Mostly these places, like the most interesting of people, are descendants to a long, lively, and interesting past. 

Then, there are places I would love to spend part of my time here in this world.  Places that bring me hope and peace. That calm that restlessness in my soul by being restless for me.  They are lively, interesting, wild, and beautiful. These places already feel like a part of me when I stumble upon them. I feel welcomed by the air that surrounds me.  The welcome and the peace is whispered in the airs. It falls with the rain.  I know that I am in a place that could possibly be intimately part of my world, future, and happiness.

It all comes from within me. I feel it. My intuition tells me that this place can be home for a gypsy soul.

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