She has no troubles.
She has no troubled existence
She can’t immediately forget
She has many “for the first time”
she has not experienced yet.
The phrase ”for the first time” excites her.
How does it feel to sleep and wake in an ice palace?
She wants to spend the four seasons in different parts of the world.
She is almost seventy.
Imitation leads to repetition
Constant repetition leads to originality
In a flash like a lightning I find what I love
A new idea blooms in my mind
And never wants to leave.
I’m going to New York
note: Touring with our 13-year-old grandson.
Travel, sometimes, may have to renounce
The ordinary to discover new consequences
Boredom is unnecessary.
With my green bug, I braved muddy roads and narrow alleys
Walked fishing villages, medieval churches with unusual frescoes,
Temples with a thousand Buddhas, tasted
exotic foods and learned different cultures.
I got robbed once and almost drowned
The chains I have to break.
Of course, certain memories are eternal:
Sacred places forbidden
And fruits one should not touch.
Travel takes us to forest & villages, hermitages & solitude,enchanting self-education & discoveries. Travel is experiential whether actual or virtual. Our constraints are physical and financial, willingness and fear, pushed or pulled by other reasons.
To dream starts wishes,wishes conjure a consequence, consequence points to direction.
I heard about Danube through music and river cruises. “Assisi looks like an enchanted kingdom from the roads crisscrossing the Spoleto Valley.” Hearing and reading about places are spurs to thinking.
One will find the time.
Many threads, the veins of journey
space spreads for a newborn baby
the cry as soft as her toes
fragrant smell of ripe oranges
wraps her world
arrangement of fruits in the market
the camel ride in the desert
flight of flamingoes
where will you be when you open your eyes?
intimate gestures that will startle even the birds
the sun focuses on its reflection
you avert your eyes
the ocean dyeing its waves
spreading into seven continents
“I would like to see you again.”
“I’ll say goodbye before I leave.”
P.S. prefer written correspondence
than telephone conversation.
Attached is my pen.
Note: The quotations are from the book I’m currently reading: Language Arts by Stephanie Kallos.
I just finished a funny story: The Diver’s Clothes Lie Empty by Vendela Vida
We are traveling, driving to Oregon to visit an ailing friend.
Tuesday we stopped overnight, at Wolf Creek Inn,
1/4 mile from highway I-5, a historic inn built in 1883,
used to be a stage coach express stopover,
now a B & B . Stayed at Clark Cable suite,
the room where Clark Gable and Carole Lombard stayed.
Jack London came here to write his novels.
Robert Redford stopped over here too.
Mrs Abstract and I added our names
under the anonymous.
Simple room, bigger than the other rooms, with old furnitures.
Mrs. Abstract and I were imagining
what travel was during the 1930’s and 40’s.
I hope Clark and Carole enjoyed their nights.
photo: taken from the inn’s website.
I forgot my camera cable and my laptop is old.