LEAN INTO THE WILD

This image is resonating with me. I want to be that girl in the photo. And my Mr would be the one holding the camera. Because of course he would be there, too. In my perfect dream getaway.

Don't you sometimes wish you could just take off? That your material possessions could fit into your car... and you could just travel from place to place finding odd jobs... like gypsies. I have had that thought a million times. 

This morning I felt compelled to find the source of this photo and it links back to this tumblr page. At the top of said tumblr page there are two lines - I'd like to lean into the wild. And tell myself I'm free. 

Don't you love that? Of course I had to know what it was from. A poem? No, a song...

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There's no stronger wind than the one that blows

Down a lonesome railroad line


No prettier sight than looking back

On a town you left behind
There is nothin' that's as real
As a love that's in my mind


Close your eyes

I'll be here in the morning
Close your eyes
I'll be here for a while


There's lots of things along the road

I'd surely like to see
I'd like to lean into the wild
And tell myself I'm free
But your softest whisper's louder
Than the highways call to me


All the mountains and the rivers

And the valleys can't compare
To your blue lit dancin' eyes
And yellow shining hair
I could never hit the open road
And leave you layin' there


Lay your head back easy, love,

Close your cryin' eyes
I'll be layin' here beside you
When the sun comes on the rise
I'll stay as long as the cuckoo wails
And the lonesome bluejay cries.

by: Townes Van Zandt