…of many different peoples and worlds.
For me, traveling is a concerted effort directed at achieving what often turns into an underwhelming experience of more of the same old world. All of this I embrace for the delight of the occasional unexpected discovery and the calm pleasure of encountering a part of the world that is home to somebody else. I learn so much about myself in the concentrated drama of travel that can be lost in the slower undulations of life at home.
I am breaking two of my own rules as I type. The first broken rule is that I am writing a blog, and I have absolutely nothing to say. (Yet.) The second is that my baby is sitting on my lap while I use my laptop, exposing her to a screen.
In this world, I find a plethora of Pinterest pins, Instagram, t-shirts with sayings, worded baby onesies, coffee mug quips, Whatsapp statuses and such like; inspiration comes cheap, quotes a dime a dozen, and I am reluctant to add to the chatter, the re-sharing, the constant deluge of thoughts from great thinkers and wise men... Continue Reading →
Charles, fearing lest he should gain a reputation for the peripheral things about his personality that I so dearly love to write about, suggested that I should write about he, his brothers, and airplanes... something interesting, he said, not meaning the brothers but the airplanes.
(A post for people who like books. It may be a disappointment to you if you do not enjoy reading. It may also be a disappointment to you if you do enjoy reading.)
I often think of this picture when bearing about my miniature woman with me or sporting together like two sea mammals at bathtime. When I saw these monkeys at a zoo in India, I said, "Look. There's a big one and a little one!" We are a big one and a little one.
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