As I sit here in solitude,
I realize how blessed it is to have friends I can count on
Friends who will be there
Friends who will support me
Throughout the miles
Knowing I can't always be there in person
Knowing I have a severe case of wanderlust
Still they welcome me into their hearts and sometimes in their homes
I am truly blessed
© Copright Jaclyn C. Horton 2020 All Rights Reserved
I decided to accept an offer that was prevented to me by someone living in the Western North Carolina mountains in Sapphire, North Carolina. Sapphire is located a little over an hour southwest of Asheville. I'm getting a very good price for a room and it is beautiful up here. I've gone on several outings on the Blueridge Parkway taking photographs of the gorgeous Appalachian Mountains. I plan to go out again when it's a little closer to the leaves changing. I don't plan on staying here forever but I do like having a short term renting situation so I could pick up and take off any time I want to. I am actually closer to where my parents live than Savannah is so I can go visit them.
Speaking of my Mother, my Dad told me she had been sick for about 4 days. I hope she gets better soon. She's definitely in my thoughts and prayers. She means so much to me. I really hope she remembers my last visit. She did remember Jasper. Actually when my Dad was asking about it he called him Leroy, which is what my uncle, his brother, who has passed away, called his cat. While it was humorous in a way, it did make me feel good as I miss him and I'm sure he does too.
Jaclyn C. Horton
The perfect day would begin by me waking up in my cottage near the beach which is situated a short walking distance from the Pacific Ocean. I would walk out to my porch sipping a cup of coffee while getting acclimated to the day. Afterwards I would walk out on the beach, taking everything in while taking photographs of the surf. Feeling the power of the ocean as if it's moving through me. The photos I would take would demonstrate it's power as well as the energy that's transmitted by the crashing of the waves upon the shore. After being satisfied with the photos I would take I would walk back to my cottage, writing poetry upon my porch that describes the mood I felt while photographing the surf. After the writing session I would add some music to the photographs and the poetry, the musical composition adding another dimension to the photography and the poetry.
Jaclyn C. Horton
