Almost Mirror Image
Aug 28, 13
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read moreDear Diary, It’s Hard to Come Home…
Aug 25, 13
4 countries 6 currencies 38 days 4 backpacks 3 rental cars 1 car loaned by friends 2 ferries old friends new friends 2 amusement parks 3 medieval villages 1 mountain climb to a chateau daily scrapbooks fresh baked bread old cheese, salami, french wine, Danish snaps, Danish beer, bubbles, 4 swimming pools, 2 hot springs, 2 beaches, and a whole lot of sunshine… It has been a week since we returned from our 5 week trip to Iceland, France, Denmark, and Sweden. I have had a hard time reintegrating back into my life. I have had difficulty writing. Not because I don’t have anything to say but because I have been on some kind of sensory overload for several weeks now and I have had a hard time forming a thought of my own. I have been awash in varied and intense emotions. I have had my fill of beautiful places and interesting visual stimulation. I have had my fill of re-connection and connection with people I have known, and people I have gotten to meet in the last month. I am physically spent. I can feel the physical exhaustion hanging on even though I have taken it easy this week and haven’t tried to do too much. I am sated by the time on vacation with my family and have been enjoying some time alone this week. Being in close quarters with my family was so warm and we have shared a real sense of connection that was sweet and special. Now we are all disconnecting just a bit so we can go on with our individual lives. People want to hear about our trip and I am not ready to talk about it much yet. It is like a new lover, something to savor that is greater than words. If I talk about it, I tie it down, I accidentally commit to giving it a meaning instead of letting my feelings exist on their own in a land without words. I want...
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Rebellious Ones
Aug 16, 13
Rebellious ones write poetry that doesn’t rhyme, They ride dark horses through the land of joy and plenty. They re-invent wheels, organize troops , and accomplish the impossible every day. They are visionaries, rebels, convicts, actors, saints, thrill seekers, rabble-rousers, children, and circus performers. At best they test the waters for good and expand the consciousness of nations and facilitate lasting change. At worst they court evil, dance in darkness, cause harm, abuse substances, are opinionated and hateful, are self-righteous and are not righteous at all. As a group they are spice to the bland food of human mediocrity, a private butchery against the tyranny of apathy, and the joyful part of the chorus. They are both bad and good and everything in between. The revolutionaries are heroes when their side wins. The change of consciousness of a nation never occurs without someone being willing to challenge the status quo. Traitors are martyrs from the other side of the war. So, I wonder, can rebellion also be quiet? I picture Gandhi and his robes and his quiet rebellion changing the consciousness of a nation. I hope that I can learn to be a quiet rebel. Not going to war but edging my way toward peace. Knowing that a loving place awaits me when I rebel against anger and judgement and walk with acceptance and love. I want to choose a quiet path, knowing I am by nature a heretic, a changer, a catalyst, and a powerful force for change in my circle. I flaunt the rules and color outside the lines. Sometimes I don’t even color on the page. I want to help people see endless possibilities for light and love in their...
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