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Musings on the inevitable

We take no responsibility for whom we love.
We are not only the Kings and the Queens of our own destiny but also of those surrounding us. Every step, word, flutter of the heart, blush and blink becomes part our next movement. Every back turned, harsh impulse, fleeting rage becomes part of their next movement. And so on and so on.....
Sometimes, we just keep finding each other again.
No matter how hard we try to stay away.

Sand and Mushrooms

I've flown way above the Sahara many times now, usually by this time in my journey to West Africa, it is the last leg of my trip.
I have always been struck by this vast brown blanket of sand and harshness. And although by the time I fly over, I haven't slept in twenty hours and just wish to turn down that airplane window shade and close my eyes, knowing the Sahara is beneath me, that most mysterious landscape, I can't help but take a peek every two minutes.
This large light brown blanket with no corners, maybe once, twice, a loose thread that is a road. A bump of a circle that is a village. People living way down there in the middle of an enormous blanket of sand.
As we fly south we reach a large grey mountain range popping through the sand.
Maybe it's the lack of sleep.......but from way up here it resembles an organ. It's crevices and valleys become veins and arteries.

Oh, and passed through Amsterdam farmers market the other morning.
Among the amazingness, one vendor had an incredible selection of wild mushrooms, including Pink Oyster Mushrooms. That's right.
If anyone happens across these most fabulous fungi.....
Please bring them to me.
I will lightly saute them in butter, garlic, pink peppercorns,
and feed them to you.

Endings and Beginnings

Here we are, first blog post..........

This is an awkward moment.

So, let's refocus and observe a calming video.