It’s Too Far Away For Me To Hold

She calls me from the cold
Just when I was low, feeling short of stable
And all that she intends
And all she keeps inside, isn’t on the label
She says she’s ashamed
And can she take me for awhile?
Can I be a friend, we’ll forget the past
Maybe I’m not able
And I break at the bend

We’re here and now, but will we ever be again
‘Cause I have found
All that shimmers in this world is sure to fade
Away again

She dreams a champagne dream
Strawberry surprise, pink linen and white paper
Lavender and cream
Fields of butterflies, reality escapes her
She says that love is for fools who fall behind
And I’m somewhere in between
I never really know
A killer from a savior
‘Til I break at the bend

We’re here and now, but will we ever be again
‘Cause I have found
All that shimmers in this world is sure to fade
Away again

It’s too far away for me to hold
It’s too far away

It’s too far away for me to hold
It’s too far away

It’s too far away for me to hold
It’s too far away

It’s too far away for me to hold
It’s too far away

It’s too far away for me to hold
It’s too far away

It’s too far away for me to hold
It’s too far away
Guess I’ll let it go

Fuel – Shimmer

This post was inspired by my friend. Far away we are but so close at heart. 

I have spoken before about the power of a photograph. I love the visceral response sometimes brought forth by an image. Seen at first by only one then placed before all, an image can lead to a renewed sense of what life should be. This is what nature photography does for me and I try to capture the essence of what I see through the lens in a way that allows others to feel what I feel.

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The pictures in this post are from a camping trip I took a little over a year ago in western Maine. Other than the drunken fool at the next campsite singing at 1:30 in the morning I had a fantastic time just being alone with my dog. The morning mist hitting my face as I paddled along the shore of Lower Richardson Lake, the cry of the loons eerily breaking the silence made me feel like an early pioneer searching for a suitable home site. Maine is breathtaking in the early fall.

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As much as I love this state I feel a deep need to move on, a sense of longing for new sights and adventures. As my friend also wrote I feel blessed for having lived here. Images of my youth in this beauty will forever be burned into my consciousness, the sound of the wind in the trees echos in my mind as I slip the bonds of wakefulness each night.

Maine will always be my home of birth but I want so much more. The draw of a life of freedom on the sea beckons to me like the song of a bird I can’t see and must find. Each day I sit here feels like an eternity, another day lost to the demands of those who would mold me to an existence not asked for. I am so uncomfortable in my own skin at times that I feel as a stranger to the person I hoped to be. I can’t describe this feeling any other way, but I know I must change everything or walk down the same path to a dark place I wish not to go.

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I start in less than a month on my sailboat restoration, less than a month before the next chapter in my life begins. The sense of euphoria is pulling at me with each visit to the boatyard, the smell of the salt air intoxicating. Freedom, sweet freedom is within sight. It calls to me from the cold, a future of simple things and an end to the past. All that shimmers in this consumer world fading from my view within a minimalist lifestyle. Is it too far away for me to hold, will I break at the bend? Only time will tell if I can sustain the willpower to achieve my goals, and I’m no quitter.

7 thoughts on “It’s Too Far Away For Me To Hold

  1. Make sure to ask yourself, “Does this necessary experience need to be permanent?” Make REAL sure that you aren’t just putting distance between yourself & problems on terra ferma. My last job, I ran 48 states to escape problems. It doesn’t work. I am still stuck with some of the consequences of those 10 years. Home will still call while you are on your next life.

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    1. Thanks Peter! No matter what, I feel the renaissance of my life beginning in the light of another approaching spring here in the beautiful state of Maine.

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  2. Thank you for this – I am glad to inspire you to such a gift of words and pictures. The itch in the feet, the scent of change in the nostrils, the call to the heart of something new is strong …. we will get where we are going, you moving, me static and all shall be well my friend 🙂

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