Hola, Néih hóu, Bula, Bonjour, Aloha, Konnichi wa, Mogethin, Kia Ora, Hi

-Hola, Néih hóu, Bula, Bonjour, Aloha, Konnichi wa, Mogethin, Kia Ora, Hi-
No matter what your language, cadence, or creed, I'm glad you're here =)

"She's tired of flat lands and cornfields, Seashells traced in snow. She wants more bugs on her windshield, She don't want to go alone...She talks about her waterfall fountain, And her house out on the bay. She's in love with broken glass mountains, Fireplace cafes."

Translation, please!

Monday, August 8, 2011

Maiwage is what bwings us togebwaa todaaay.

My friend is getting married to a lovely girl. I've only met her once, but they are so peacefully in love, it's stunning.

Things don't remain as they have been.
We grow, up and apart
Giving life, choking out breath.

Shared innocence, shared crime
Shared a small piece of life,
Formed a small piece of life.

Look at her eyes now,
full of hope and wonder, lovely,
You have made her beauty.

You, such a man, such a heart.
You have grown, you have arrived-
Not at the finish line, but at the top of the first peak.
 She has made you beauty.

Grow up, together- not apart.
Be blessed, be blessed.
 I love you.


 This is something I wrote a couple of weeks ago, I miss traveling, and meeting new people from all over the world. I miss the people I've already met. 


The Western winds bring sun again-
Blowing rays across the
Deepest blue waves.

And I want so badly to see your face-
Smiling and diving, teaching.
I miss you

But that was then and life spins fast-
Stealing and changing and rearranging
My dear ones

Ups and downs and nausea-
Vomiting up bottled messages
Reminders, ignore it.

West winds bringing shine again-
But it's not the same, a quick and fleeting tease
Deceitful, false hope

Those stubborn winds
Whisper adventure in my ear
Plead with me, win my case

Tie me down.
Western winds carry me away
And I'm gone again. Without a trace.


I've been sick the last few days. And when I am sick [aside from having a pity party 24/7] I generally spend a lot of time underneath hot water trying to steam the germs away, sleeping, halfheartedly watching movies [unless they happen to be some good ol' Brit pics, then it's all or nothing!], and reading.

As it is, this time I've been reading a lot.

Nothing super interesting at all really - easy books to blaze through and pass the time. I honestly couldn't even tell you the titles. But there was something mentioned in one of them, I don't even remember which book, that caught my attention.

A word, just one, stuck in my mind. It's not even a word that's new to me, so I don't know why it hopped and skipped like it did this time, but I looked it up 'cause I was curious how it was defined.

Wanderlust: A strong, innate desire to rove or travel about.

And then I was curious precisely how Innate is defined.

Innate:1. Existing in one from birth; inborn; native.
2. Inherent in the essential character of something.
I've always described my urge to explore and adventure as mere restlessness. But I like this word, wanderlust, much better. It doesn't have such a discontent connotation, more of a stirring, a call. It sounds kind of ancient, kind of urgent. I like that. 

I like that it's not specific. There are places I would prefer to go because their names alone tug at my heart, but no matter where I am at, I have this longing to see everything there is. Just for the sake of knowing it's there, for the love of discovery and the newness of it.

It doesn't come from a desire to tame or conquer. It come from some part of me that wants to experience this wild, rugged, violent, and beautiful world. And I want to feel a part of it for a time.

Of course, when I get in these moods - actually I'm pretty much always in these moods =P When these moods come more strongly, are felt more violently, I don't tend to think about all of the things I will hate about these new places. Like bugs with wings as big as my face. I hate bugs that fly.
But when I'm outside of my head enough to forget those things, like today, all I can think about is how the good things would outnumber the less than ideal. How that exhilaration you get when you're on an adventure is different than any other emotion.

 And all I want to do is hop a plane or a bus or a train or a bike. I lied, me and biking usually equals blood and bruises. I get distracted.

So there it is, I've got me a case of the Wanderlust and I've got it bad. I might be contagious, but don't worry - it's really not so bad. And if we've all got it, well then I guess I won't have to wander alone =)