[ All credit to sandswimmer, whose lovely picture may be found here. ]
“I know I have the best of time and space – and that I was never measured,
and never will be measured.”
Thirty Years Of Growing Pain(s)
The journey of a "motherless daughter" about to hit 30 and her search for kindred spirits
Thirty Years Of Growing Pain(s) 
Love the quote with this amazing photo. Oh, do I love this photo.:)
-Jennifer
Awe, thanks Jennifer: So swept away by your sincerity right now! 😉
Isn’t the photo just marvelous?! You really should check out more of sandswimmers amazing photos on her Flickr stream ( I linked back to it and this photo below the photo)! And the quote: Well I’m glad you appreciate Whitman the same way I do – You’ve got excellent taste, Lady! 😉
Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment: I really appreciate it!
🙂 K.
I’m smitten by that photo too, wow! Love Whitman…did a graduate thesis on him.
Isn’t that photo lovely? I’m in love with it! And I envy the girl her smile of utter freedom, a bit 😉 As for Whitman – I said it before I’ll say it again: You’ve got great taste! 😀
My favorite from Leaves:
“Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)”
It allows us so much. Multitudes.
That’s beautiful! Thank you so much for sharing, riddletounfold 😀
I was reading and re-reading a bit and stumbled across this:
In all people I see myself, none more and not one a barley-corn less,
And the good or bad I say of myself I say of them.
I know I am solid and sound,
To me the converging objects of the universe perpetually flow,
All are written to me, and I must get what the writing means.
Also from Leaves – Well, also from Song of Myself I guess I should say… 😉
Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment, I really do appreciate it 🙂 K.
No, thank you, K–anything that makes me go back and look at Whitman’s work is a small gift in my day. That said–here’s another line I love to read and re-read:
Daughter of the lands did you wait for your poet?
Did you wait for one with a flowing mouth and indicative hand?
I know the answer to this one myself. I did not. Poets are sometimes difficult to spot when a girl is looking for a practical harbor in which to dock. But I came to realize there are many many poetic souls in this world and, if the harbor I found is not manned by a poet, that is alright, the poets will always allow themselves to be found. Perhaps the daughter of the lands found her poet within?
Oh, I love your last line “Perhaps the daughter of the lands found her poet within” – Breathtakingly beautiful.
These lines touched me deeply. I think I’ll keep them close by in the days to come – Thank you (again) 🙂