Tuesday, August 14, 2018

Positively Getting Away

by Mauverneen
 “The traveler sees what he sees. The tourist sees what he has come to see.” G.K. Chesterton 



It's Positively Tuesday, and I am Positively planning a getaway. I leave later this week for Park City, Utah to visit a daughter. There are tempting promises of beautiful weather, mountains, the spa, and a possible side trip to Wyoming - all in addition to getting to spend time together. And I know when it's time to come home, I won't have been there nearly long enough.

I am so looking forward to it. It's been almost a year since I have been anywhere beyond my general area. I consider myself a traveler - as opposed to a tourist.  Oh, I rubberneck with the best of them, I shoot photos of almost everything and there are certain things I make it a point to see once I'm there (wherever there is). But in between all that, I am generally in awe of whatever new territory I am in. There is usually so much more to see than what you came to see. It's good to be open, to take your time, to wander a bit. Take the road less travelled when possible. 

“To travel is to live.” Hans Christian Andersen

Travel - it's more than just a vacation. It should be an experience. 

Here's to new experiences!
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Tuesday, August 7, 2018

Positively United

by Mauverneen

     I'm tired of it. Tired of the hate, tired of the division, tired of the excuses. I don't care what your race, color, religion, age, or sexual orientation is. Unless you've committed a crime and I'm asked to be on the lookout for someone specific, spare me.

      I think we are all more the same than we are different. I've written a poem:
     
Divided

Why are we divided by the politics we speak
what is there – on either side – so special and unique?

Why are we divided by the flags that we salute
Country, homeland, pride – is each so absolute?

Why are we divided by the Gods to which we pray
Are we not all thankful that He cares for us some way?

Why are we divided by the people whom we love
Are we not all creatures of one Maker, up above?

Why are we divided by the colors of our skin
Are not organs, blood and bone identical within?

Why are we divided?


     At the end of the road, we all end up in the same ground. A friend of mine, singer/songwriter Paul Sanchez and his friend John Boutte wrote a song about that when they learned that their fathers - one black, one white -  were buried in the same cemetery; At The Foot of Canal Street. It's an upbeat tune, you'll enjoy it! And maybe give you something to think about.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8rN370YBH-Y


As always, words and photos are my own, and require permission to reprint.
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