I wish I could write like that…


Road blocked by landslide

Road blocked by landslide (Photo credit: wiesmann)

When I read… I realize just how much I have to grow as a writer, a traveller, a woman of the world.  Here are a few excerpts that I’ve found just surfing the web, that have touched my heart…

Living My Life Like its Golden 
by Jill Scott

I’m taking my freedom,
Pulling it off the shelf,
Putting it on my chain,
Wear it around my neck,
I am taking my freedom,
Putting it in my song,
Singing loud and strong,
Grooving all day long,
I’m taking my freedom,
Putting it in my stroll,
I’ll be high-steppin’ y’all,
Letting the joy unfold,
I’m livin’ my life like it’s golden.

UNCONDITIONAL
by Jennifer Welwood

Willing to experience aloneness,
I discover connection everywhere;
Turning to face my fear,
I meet the warrior who lives within;
Opening to my loss,
I gain the embrace of the universe;
surrendering into emptiness,
I find fullness without end.
Each condition I flee from pursues me,
Each condition I welcome transforms me
And becomes itself transformed
Into its radiant jewel-like essence.
I bow to the one who has made it so,
Who has crafted this Master Game.
To play it is purest delight;
To honor its form—true devotion.

No city seduces as skillfully as Paris. With a sly, knowing wink, the City of Light steals your heart with one clear, small joyous moment after another. Linger too long on the Pont des Arts and passion may nudge your slumbering spirit awake, or kiss your lips, or turn you into a whimsical work of art.

– H. Thompson

When you walk to the edge of all the light we have, and take the step into darkness of the unknown, we must believe one of two things will happen, there will be something solid for us to stand on, or we will be taught to fly.

– Anonymous

Why do I travel?

It is on the road that my inner voice speaks the loudest and my heart beats the strongest.

It is on the road that I take extra pride in my wooly hair, full features and lineage.

It is on the road that I develop extra senses and the hairs on my arms stand up and say “Sana, don’t go there”, and I listen.

It’s when I safety pin my money to my underclothes and count it a million times before I go to sleep,

It is on the road that I am a poet, an ambassador, a dancer, medicine woman, an angel and even a genius.

It’s on the road that I am fearless and unstoppable and if necessary ball up my fist and fight back.

It is on the road that I talk to my deceased parents and they speak back

It’s on the road that I reprimand myself, and set new goals, refuel stop and begin again.

It is on the road that I experience what freedom truly is.

It is my travel that has transformed me making me a citizen of the world. When my humanness, compassion and affection are raised to a new level and I share unconditionally.

When I travel I arrive empty and leave full.

–       Excerpts from a poem written by NYC sculptor, Sana Musama.

 

 

 

 

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