I have been fortunate to be personal witness to a number of experiences so far in my life from many settings:
Black cab ride past Big Ben in London
Bullet train passing a majestically rising Mount Fuji
Stars and a crescent moon ascending up from the Gulf of Oman in Muscat
Tango practice in a park in Buenos Aires
Drinking sangria in the Plaza Mayor in Madrid
Site of the Caribbean from atop one of the Pitons in St. Lucia
Awe-struck from the first glimpse of the Coliseum in Rome
The suggestive excitement from a performance at The Crazy Horse cabaret in Paris
The grandeur that makes the Grand Canyon just that
Yet as varied and specific each of these sites and experiences are to the individual location, there is always evident those things that are common. Whether in a foreign location, or merely a different locale in the States, there are always people together; families play and share time. Parents keep both an excited eye on the happiness of their children at play and a wary attention which is the universal sign of protection. Games are played, food is shared, moments are made. No matter how far-flung we perceive others in the world to be, at the heart, we share more than we may care to recognize. Recognizing what we share chaffs against our need to have boundaries – to group this vast world into ever tightening divisions so that we can assure ourselves – for God only knows what reason – that there is an “us” and a “them”. If we could somehow break free of that dependency to separate and segregate, we might find, in the end, that we are much more together in this existence than apart.
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