Today (a vignette)


Today I visited Shanghai in the rain, circumnavigated the mass of people and the vibrant colors of parasols sheltering the dreams dreamt only perhaps in Mandarin, beyond my comprehension, but their beauty I can interpret without a translator.

I then traipsed from there to Lebanon, where wearied field workers rested against stacks of wheat after a day of labor. Although I have no grasp of Arabic, the spentness of hardened muscles after real work transcends any language barrier, and I felt it.

Then I traveled to the Channel Isles and dug deep into my creative stores to ponder the perfect quiche-eating scenario that my mind could envision, and discovered that fertile imagination will always transcend distance, language and culture.

I joined a miner in the Forest of Dean, a miner of the natural beauty of our planet, fast disappearing under the weight of our arrogance and hubris; and wallowed amongst the Mallows found there near an abandoned quarry.  Love of earth infused across a technical wonderland of wires, satellites, and encrypted signals, and that beauty settled into my consciousness.

Next stop was France, which I was hankering for after a discussion of quiche, but stumbled upon by accident, due to a shared passion with photography.  I walked the boulevards I studied the language of for years, yet never quite made it to, and traveled briefly back in time to visit  that young, naive girl who truly believed the entire world was her oyster, never realizing that oysters have no legs and are carried on currents.

And then I ended in the state of  Tennessee, read words of love, of waiting, where again the commonalities of all hearts reaches across the divide of land, sea, language, culture; and felt the heartbeat of another, far more gifted with words than I, leap from the ether and touch the spark that is human in us all. 

We live in a world unbounded now, where we can go and experience things while never leaving our desk.  Where how many coins you may have jingling in your pocket is no longer a barrier to knowing; it costs only time.

Some say that the Web disassociates us, isolates us, that it makes us less open to human connection.  I decry that, and say that it opens us to worlds of emotion, of experiences, that escapes the barriers which being land-bound factually creates and the crossing of which are still for the most part, limited to the privileged with an economy of time and means out of reach for many. 

So I ask you, where did you go today?  What dreams did it stir? With whom did you smile and share a momentary, if distant, connection?  What delights did you discover, that you knew nothing of yesterday?

Imagination – the sharing of it creates a true Web, the web of humanity, blowing away our differences, and revealing our commonalities. 

“You can get so confused
that you’ll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place…” 
― Dr. SeussOh, The Places You’ll Go!

And a great song of promise…and realism

Be well.  Keep smiling. Share yourself. Life is a beautiful thing.



  20 comments for “Today (a vignette)

  1. July 12, 2014 at 3:09 PM

    Well said. Thank you. >KB

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    • July 12, 2014 at 3:15 PM

      Thank you! Sometimes my heart gets so full, it just has to run out of my fingers 🙂


      • July 12, 2014 at 3:16 PM

        I know the feeling. Smiles>KB

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        • July 12, 2014 at 3:18 PM

          I’m not sure if is a blessing, or a bane, yet 🙂 Writer or feeler’s curse mayhaps!


          • July 12, 2014 at 3:34 PM

            Well feeling is better than not feeling and if you feel you might as well write about it so you don’t just wallow in your feelings. >KB


            • July 12, 2014 at 3:38 PM

              You know, you make a valid point. My late husband once asked me if joy unshared was truly joy; I vehemently said yes. It wasn’t until he died, and I was alone, with no one to share the daily joys, that I truly understood what he meant. He was right. And that is when I started writing again.


              • July 12, 2014 at 3:41 PM

                I never thought of it in those terms. Perhaps it is why I too began writing again–still married but feeling very much alone. Good point. One day I’ll have to thank my ex-wife of 20 years marriage. Lol. Smiles. >KB


                • July 12, 2014 at 3:43 PM

                  LOL! See, find the good in all things 😉

                  There is no greater sense of loneliness, than when one is partnered, but still alone…it is loneliness magnified.

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                  • July 12, 2014 at 3:47 PM

                    When it all happened I was so distraught inside but I kept writing and mostly only about that . Afterwards my friend and editor told me he thought I got thorugh it well, the poems were painful to read but I never got gloopy which worked for me. Best>KB

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                  • July 12, 2014 at 4:46 PM

                    AYE! Translated to olde English ” I ” and pronounced ‘eye’

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                    • July 12, 2014 at 4:47 PM

                      I’m a Scot, we know how to say “Aye!” 😉


  2. July 12, 2014 at 3:10 PM

    Reblogged this on The Mirror Obscura and commented:
    This a point well taken. >KB

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  3. July 12, 2014 at 3:20 PM

    This is so beautiful💛 the World Wide Web, for compassionate lovers of humanity, is a great thing! I often seek purpose and direction-where to direct my energy for the most good…WWW actually opens up the entire world and every joy and injustice imaginable… Very though provoking💛

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    • July 12, 2014 at 3:27 PM

      Thank you! It is an amazing cornucopia of things you really don’t know you are hungry for, until you see them. So much beauty, joy; I love to discover people sharing what THEY love. It is infectious )


  4. July 12, 2014 at 4:43 PM

    Beautiful! ” What delights did you discover that you knew nothing of yesterday?” . I remember you saying that at times you know as soon as you begin, if a poem is going to be long or short. Thanks for the world trip on less than a penny a line. And ” the spentness of hardned muscles.” That’s a smiler.

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    • July 12, 2014 at 4:44 PM

      Thank you! Writing just, takes a life of its own at times. I just have to get out of the way and let the words fall.

      Kind of like pick-up-sticks when we were children 🙂


  5. July 13, 2014 at 1:19 AM

    That is really nice writing and I get it 🙂 It is really interesting to visit far away places, share experiences and see the world through other peoples eyes. I photograph nature to try and raise peoples awareness of what is around us and promote empathy but everyone does that. Street photography from New York or Cairo raises our understanding of what it is like for other people or just reading about making jam 🙂 This WWW can be a wonderful thing. Best wishes 🙂

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    • July 13, 2014 at 10:31 AM

      Thank you 🙂 And yes, it can be a wonderful thing. You’re doing a wonderful job on your blog in raising awareness, and providing beautiful photos!


  6. July 13, 2014 at 1:52 AM

    Reblogged this on Being Southern Somewhere Else and commented:
    A beautiful meditation on the ways in which we travel without movement. I find that this gift has advantages, but also we lose something in sacrificing motion of the body and our physical experience of both travel and Place. Still, a beautiful post and well worth a read.

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    • July 13, 2014 at 10:35 AM

      We agree, the two are not the same. There is nothing like actually being somewhere different and learning the things first hand: people, culture, environment. I am thankful for both types of opportunities 🙂 Thank you for the re-blog.


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