Marry Adventure, Feel at Home

I cannot imagine a more perfect description of life as it is right now for me:

mountain top wild places

i want to marry adventure;
see the sun rise from a mountain top
and watch it fall to the sea at the end of the day.

i want to sleep under the stars again,
follow my heart to the wild places within me,
BKK Chinese manremember what it feels like to be alone.

i want to feel the hummingbirds wing near my face,
realise that even perfect-looking lives have their secrets,
see my woolen poncho covered in a light dusting of snow.
me Angkor
i want to sit in the bay window,
breathe patterns into frosty glass,
cover my skin with the glow of the sun,
forget all my grief,
paint flower silhouettes on the moon.

i want for the world to know peace, and rest;
BKK statue2stack happy memories on the shelves of my life,
speak fluently the language of the infinite.

i want to walk through the still, grey forest of a monochrome photograph,
be attentive enough to see the beauty that’s around me,
and always… always, know how it feels to be home.
FL sunset
by Fellow Gypsy Girl: Leonie Wise

Soundtrack: Wide Open Spaces, The Dixie Chicks
(best experienced cranked up on a road trip. I dare you not to sing at the top of your lungs)

Mufasa’s Big Adventure, Part 3,000

First try at the lead sentence: Mufasa’s been a breast cancer survivor for 3 years now, so I took him for a check-up at the beautiful Zurich Tierspital today.

Second try at the lead sentence: He’s getting old, so I took Mufasa to the gorgeous, sprawling, fabulous Zurich tierspital (University teaching animal hospital) today.

Let’s try the lead sentence Mufasa’s way.  He’d say (read this like a giant dopey character):

“I went on a field trip today! I rode the bus, and the tram, and made new friends, and had treats, and had some really good crusty bread at the busy bratwurst place! We sat by the lake and didn’t give those nasty swans any treats because all the treats were for me!”



I’m still learning lessons from Mufasa all the time.

Lately he’s showing me how to just rest when you need to. (Sometimes he rests on our walks now. This is new.)

This is how he positions himself in the bus & tram most of the time. Sometimes he’s further out in the aisle. Notice he’s got himself where he can see out full-length glass doors. Life is so exciting. Wouldn’t want to miss anything.

Mufasa tram2

He’s teaching me valuable lessons about other people, too. You can really tell this when he rides the public transportation around here. With every new person who enters he looks and raises his ears like this, as in, “What fresh wonders might you present?”

Mufasa Who dat

Below he’s actually making googly eyes at a University student who clearly liked him and was watching him the whole time. Mufasa can really spot the good ones. He pays attention to the ones who are interested.

Some of the people who get on the tram here are just so incredibly uptight… all hair-slicked-back, dark designer suit, stuffy dullards… and Mufasa brings this behavior out because heaven forbid they get a white hair on their navy blue Armani suit! I want to say to some of these guys, “Life is short! Lighten up and get over yourself!” Plus, how can they keep acting like that when this kind of glee and joy is sitting right next to them? It is so clearly not about them.

Mufasa Tram3

This unfortunate shot below I stuck in only because I find it cute:

Mufasa Tram4

Here he is facing the door… waiting… waiting. Finally, Mufasa’s taught me to watch closely because you never know what’s going to happen next!

Mufasa Tram5

The wonderful veterinarian we met today taught us both something, too. I was explaining how so many vets (here especially) say, “Let’s not do anything about that because, you know, he’s old.” They don’t intend to clean his teeth, or remove growths, or check cysts or a lot of things.  This wonderful woman heard that, gasped, got down right in Mufasa’s face, grabbed his big muzzle in one hand, looked him straight in the eye and said, “Don’t you listen to them. Age is not a condition.” Lesson learned.

Mufasa enjoyed his day and many, many other people enjoyed him today, too.

I am so grateful he’s shared these many adventures with me.

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Sunday morning: Hope

Hope boat small

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune–without the words,
And never stops at all…

– Emily Dickinson

When you dare to Hope, dear Adventurers, what do you see?

Quite frankly, I prefer to plan. Every plan starts from a seed, though, doesn’t it? Perhaps that seed is hope.

Yesterday I hoped for a life, sometime soon, where I could cook again for groups of friends. I used to love to have dinner parties and Sunday brunches, and long Saturday afternoon bar-b-ques with people staying late into the night, sharing good wine and wonderful conversation. I’m happy to cook at your house, just FYI. Mine’s too small right now for anything other than Sunday brunches with the Girls.

I also hoped for some sort of professional home that would fit just right for me; I am missing the comraderie of an ongoing working group. Academia is not quite the right fit, probably not going in-house with one of my client companies, either… with TED I could stand for freedom of expression, inspiration, making a difference… all the things I’m already up to.

What do you hope for…?

Soundtrack: “Hope Tomorrow” The Weepies

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Tuesday Tidbit: Morning Poem

I’ve been on the road on at least 4 continents already in 2011, which is WONDERFUL and mind-blowing and for which I am so, so profoundly grateful… also? My body doesn’t know when to sleep right now. It’s nearly 4 a.m. There’s a dog barking somewhere outside and I didn’t sleep yet. Completely forgot to sleep. So it’s still Tuesday in California, right? Just in time for this Tuesday tidbit from Mary Oliver.

I’m looking forward to driving over the Alps today and picking up Mufasa from the farm where he stays when I’m on the road. This poem conjures up natural images I’ll surely encounter along the way… I also love being awake just as the rest of the world is coming to. Am happy to bursting with life right now, as it is… and have dared to pray in my own way. Enjoy!

Morning Poem

Every morning
the world
is created.
Under the orange

sticks of the sun
the heaped
ashes of the night
turn into leaves again

and fasten themselves to the high branches —
and the ponds appear
like black cloth
on which are painted islands

of summer lilies.
If it is your nature
to be happy
you will swim away along the soft trails

for hours, your imagination
alighting everywhere.
And if your spirit
carries within it

the thorn
that is heavier than lead —
if it’s all you can do
to keep on trudging —

there is still
somewhere deep within you
a beast shouting that the earth
is exactly what it wanted —

each pond with its blazing lilies
is a prayer heard and answered
lavishly,
every morning,

whether or not
you have ever dared to be happy,
whether or not
you have ever dared to pray.

from Dream Work (1986) by Mary Oliver
© Mary Oliver

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