Forgive me, my friends,
for my absence.
The week charges on,
and I’m worried!
I’ve freelance to do,
and there’s work to be done,
so though my heart’s here
I am hurried!
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shift
because the only thing constant is change
Tag Archives: health
procrastination
The heart doesn’t lie,
knows what’s to be done.
So though my lips sigh,
escape there is none.
The mind likes to drift,
on seas none can find.
Creating a rift,
‘tween body and mind.
Or is that the truth?
Could the opposite be?
The mind is the sleuth . . .
The heart out to sea?
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Image credit: Pinterest
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roads
My running route in Hong Kong.
There are roads—
paths I know by heart.
Up and down and up and down,
I run.
End to start.
There are paths—
friends I pound apart.
Fast and slow and fast and slow,
we go,
with no restart.
There are friends—
routes of little art.
Loud and soft and loud and soft,
we talk.
They know my heart.
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backwards and forwards
When I turned 25, I was sooooo old. That was before I went to Taiwan. I knew everything by then.
When I turned 26, I went hiking and ate “authentic” Italian food at Pizza Olmo in Sanjhih.
When I turned 27, I was the director of an English camp in Taiwan.
When I turned 28, I was a teacher in Hong Kong. I learned that love can be like a pile of laundry—and that that’s a good thing.
When I turned 29, the pope abdicated his “throne.” I visited friends in San Francisco. I realized I have 365 days to accomplish all of the goals I set out to accomplish before 30. And I remembered: Continue reading
how to not die: the i.c.u.
Ten years ago today (January 25, 2003), I fell 80 feet (24 meters) while rock climbing at T-Wall, a popular climbing site in Tennessee. The doctors said I might not live; when I did, they said I’d never be the same again. Today, not only am I “normal,” most people don’t even know this incident ever happened. This is part three of my story. (To read parts one and two, click here and here.)
THE I.C.U.
4 a.m.
A scream. More of a growl, actually. Arrrr! Arrrr! Arrrrrrrr! The pirate a few rooms down was hallucinating again.
Footsteps echoed off the laminate floor.
Then, silence.
I could hear machines humming. My machines. Whirrrr. Whirrrr. Their green lights glowed in the dark. I pretended they were aliens. Continue reading
on privacy
It was dark. Suddenly, as I scurried about my apartment cleaning and folding laundry in shorts and a tee, I realized my blinds were open.
Oh, no!
The view from my window.
I live on the first floor near the entrance of a busy apartment complex. Directly outside my bedroom window is a sidewalk lined by grass and trees. Across the street is a pool and fitness center. A nice location, for sure, but not when one considers a little thing called privacy.
Here in the West, privacy is held in high esteem. Close the blinds, Johnny! Someone might see! Even when I lived on the second floor of a large home on several acres—when a person would have had to climb a tree to see in my window—still, as soon as night fell, Close the blinds, Jess. Someone might see! Continue reading
wider, richer, deeper
The woman behind the counter smiled when I walked through the door. Her face was young; her dark hair, tinged with gray.
Crowds in Seoul (image credit: world-walk-about.com)
“Hello, Jessica.”
“Hi, Joanne!”
“You ah back from Taiwan?”
I nodded. “Yes. Actually, last year I was in Hong Kong.”
“Oh? Hong Kong?” She reached for the dry-clean-only garments in my hands and began to examine them as we talked. “Did you like?”
“Yes, I did; I liked it very much,” I said. “Except it was too crowded! There were soooo many people.”
She nodded, knowingly. “Like Seoul.” Continue reading
wishes for the new year
There are moments, instances, experiences that shape our lives. Both good and bad, big and small, these are the things that make me me, and you, you.
These are the comments from your mother, the good mark from your teacher, the accident in February, your father’s death in June. They’re acceptance into grad school, the crazy trip to Tokyo, the man you bumped on the subway, the loss of your job, too soon. They’re the traffic jams, coffee breaks, playground brawls, road trips, pregnancies, broken hearts . . . These are the fabric of our lives. Continue reading
no matter what you eat . . .
Fish head soup is a common meal in China.
Unfortunately, fresh fruit isn’t *all* kids eat in the States.
Bugs are a common treat throughout Asia.
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Or how you do your hair . . .
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Pink! Tokyo, Japan.
Some like it short, and to look like wallpaper. United States.
Orthodox Jewish boys in Palestine.
“Baba” in Nepal.
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what you wear . . .
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Woman in India.
“Goth” teens in the States.
Boys in Incwala.
Muslim women in Karnataka.
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or if you like to wave it around like you just don’t care . . .
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Tribesmen dancing in Uganda.
Girl. Anywhere.
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People are people.
In case I didn’t paint a clear enough picture in my last post, I thought this one might help.
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Boy from the Solomon Islands.
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Next time: “Talking Heads.” A look at how language shapes culture, and vice versa. And how it feels to be a foreigner, in oblivion.
Note: Images taken from a variety of sources on the Internet. I will be posting a list with each individual source soon. Not meaning to infringe on any copyrights!
