It has been a while since I’ve written a post, I’ve been busy with a thing called life.A lot has happened since the inception of this blog. Things like, marriage, kids, new house, career change, starting and almost finishing school and not to mention travel, which really puts life into perspective.  Countries visited so far, England, Netherlands, France, Belgium, Luxembourg, Turkey, Pakistan, Panama and Afghanistan . For that reason, I’ve been been missing in action.

As I try to think back and recollect my thoughts on why this  blog was started, I am reminded beautifully that life happens, priorities change and promises are broken (not keeping up the blog). Let it!

A  poem from Rumi sums up my current mood.

The Guest House

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice.
meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.

Be grateful for whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

— Jellaludin Rumi



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Poetry, history, connectivity


We are connected, perhaps too closely, too immediately. With Nigeria and Boko Haram. With Paris and Charlie Hebdo. Ferguson, MO. Eric Garner in New York. George Zimmerman. Iraq. Syria. It’s easy to continue this list–too easy.

What we tend to want are simple solutions, dichotomies, dualities, one choice or another–not complexities and subtleties. But the human brain, the human culture, the human genome, the human body and the systems in and through which we operate are damned complicated.


Former US Poet Laureate Billy Collins gets a great deal of press, and sometimes he gets criticism for his popularity; but in a recent interview he states in apparently simple terms how complex the human condition is, and why we need compassion, and poetry:

The poem shows us that these emotions, love and grief, have been going on through the centuries; and that the emotion we’re feeling today is not…

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