tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334649957129774566.post6659103016758755800..comments2024-01-18T03:45:28.854-06:00Comments on From The Back Roads: The Power That BeckonsKaren Casey Fitzjerrellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16098815295120920535noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334649957129774566.post-68614918401903798292023-08-24T17:30:06.392-05:002023-08-24T17:30:06.392-05:00Thhanks for this blog postThhanks for this blog postJulian Hoganhttps://julianhoganspage.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334649957129774566.post-91106225520892146252014-06-19T00:47:22.009-05:002014-06-19T00:47:22.009-05:00How lyrical this post is, Karen, seeming to match ...How lyrical this post is, Karen, seeming to match the rhythms of the water you write about as you floated on the top, content to be away from the reality of life and its stresses. I too am amazed that nature calls to me in the form of trees escaping into mountains. Man can establish roads amongst these trees and mountains, but majestic as they are, they pay no heed to what is manmade. That's what fascinates me. Thank you for this lovely post, to remind me of my own pleasures I have with the wonders of Mother Nature's world I live in.Alice Tregohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07490361561870785904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334649957129774566.post-7425813735476503352014-05-28T12:22:47.241-05:002014-05-28T12:22:47.241-05:00Ahhhh. Irene, I'm glad if my post made your d...Ahhhh. Irene, I'm glad if my post made your day. I took the photos from the third floor balcony of the condo I'd rented for the few days I was at the coast. It truly is magical how I change and shift gears after visiting the coast.Karen Casey Fitzjerrellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16098815295120920535noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334649957129774566.post-55670256203965330422014-05-28T12:19:16.611-05:002014-05-28T12:19:16.611-05:00Yes, Brigid - something about the waves, wind, san...Yes, Brigid - something about the waves, wind, sand - I am always refreshed and moved to write. Thanks for commenting. Good luck with your own new blog.Karen Casey Fitzjerrellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16098815295120920535noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334649957129774566.post-69715035802589985472014-05-28T10:06:44.057-05:002014-05-28T10:06:44.057-05:00I found myself giving a huge relaxed sigh just rea...I found myself giving a huge relaxed sigh just reading this beautiful post and looking at the rainbow over the sea and the yellow roses. What a nice start to my day! Thanks, Karen.Irene Bennett Brownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02937044174331602758noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334649957129774566.post-82268271406905489062014-05-28T09:49:41.142-05:002014-05-28T09:49:41.142-05:00I moved my parents up here from the Alabama Gulf C...I moved my parents up here from the Alabama Gulf Coast to Nebraska a little over a year ago. Despite the stress of traveling back and forth and being away from my husband for long periods, I really miss spending time down there. And yes, I got a lot of writing done back then! Brigid Amoshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02560978490135729335noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334649957129774566.post-62897146910684464052014-05-27T13:26:10.141-05:002014-05-27T13:26:10.141-05:00Andrea - maybe it's that sense of a place wher...Andrea - maybe it's that sense of a place where we feel a "good fit" which most inspires us to write. Whether it's in the mountains and valleys or on the salt flats along the Gulf coast. Thanks to you my experience in the Wyoming wilds last year altered the way I think of "horizons." But do give me salt air any day. It's sooooo good for the skin. Just saying. Karen Casey Fitzjerrellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16098815295120920535noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334649957129774566.post-30408391860207230372014-05-27T13:17:37.197-05:002014-05-27T13:17:37.197-05:00Thank you Kathleen. I bet there are many like us. ...Thank you Kathleen. I bet there are many like us. It's very hard to describe how I'm transformed when I drive up to the dunes and get out of the car. The sound of the surf is the first thing that strikes me - the boom of waves crashing on shore. Then I walk over the dunes to see and smell the water and I know I'm "home." Thanks for commenting.Karen Casey Fitzjerrellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16098815295120920535noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334649957129774566.post-51469744246677120592014-05-27T12:10:44.369-05:002014-05-27T12:10:44.369-05:00It never ceases to amaze me how different terrains...It never ceases to amaze me how different terrains affect different people. I, too, was raised by the sea, on a spit of land between the Atlantic Ocean and Jamaica Bay, and then later spent a chunk of my life in a house overlooking Cardigan Bay in Wales. Yet, perhaps because I've suffered their fury, been kept awake by their roar, tossed around like a hankie in a washing machine, I'm glad to have the seaside in small doses and go dashing into the arms of mountains to be hugged in valleys and breathe salt-free air. I'm sitting here looking out at the Tetons as I write, at a sky so blue and cloudless you think it has to have been painted. And I'm breathing the clearest, freshest (salt-free) air.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4334649957129774566.post-71197955580120653272014-05-27T11:31:43.950-05:002014-05-27T11:31:43.950-05:00Karen, this is a truly lovely post. I share your l...Karen, this is a truly lovely post. I share your love for the Gulf of Mexico. I was fortunate enough to be able to return to The Edge of the Land fourteen years ago, and at last I feel whole again. I pray I never have to move away again. :-)<br /><br />HUGS!!!!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05740371055384281988noreply@blogger.com