A Quiet Place to Live
Something germinates deep in my soul... At first I feel pushed there by others, but then I "listen" to my inner voice, and decide it is time to move on... I listen to "A Quiet Place to Live" by Carole King, and know that this is all I want. In order to truly be in the space - I want to be in - I must move on and sever a few remaining ties... "All I want is a quiet place to live Where I can enjoy the fruits of my labor, Read the paper and not cry out loud In my mind I see it crystal clear Sharing my dreams with the people around me... And all I want is a quiet place to live Where I can be free in a world of my making Instead of taking What they decide to give I wouldn't want what they have - no If I could only find a quiet place to live..." I survey the swollen river, which is even more filled this morning, and in my heart of hearts, I know what it is I must do today... Ten years ago, I left a livelihood and way of being behind, that had defined me for ...