“It seems as if life has a series of great moments, but mostly we live in the moments between these. It is in these monotonous daily times that we find the courage to go through the motions and continue; so we can come to the great times. Engaging with others in this series of living leads to a rise in great moments. People make life worth living.”- Miranda Lockwood 2019
My life began like all lives do. I was born. For what I did yet know, and still many decades later I still don’t know for what purpose I came to be. What I know is that I am currently living in the present. Trying to out race the inevitable hand of time that casts shadows as warning sigils to remind mortals that we are not invincible Gods, nor do we have infinite amounts of time.
When the golden thread of livelihood is snipped by the Fates that is the end to a new beginning. A beginning and an end is one in the same. A wrap of the scenes of your life. 12K kilometers, 37k feet above the ground I’m opening the European chapter of 2019.
So many times have I heard the term “Abroad.” A word sounding as if reserved for the elite & wealthy, or perhaps at least the scholarly type people. The people who think being studious is the answer. Giving speeches about gender roles in the Far East.
Between the lines is but an excuse to see the world and share what passions are in ones soul. Juicy bits of ripe fruit to give the few strangers who may yet become friends. To feel a life that is basked in purpose.
My hair is blue like the coming sky, the dawn rising with the trail of night behind it, lapping at it’s coat tails. A magic iridescent ride, as reflective in hues of Azul. Like the vast, deep, ocean fading up to the light where it touches the air.
Dublin is 2 degrees Celsius the captains voice croons over the airplane intercom, and mother and I have arrived in Ireland.