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Meditations #77

BY Lisa Lindblad

September 21, 2016

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A child’s travels begin in the imagination,

down the rabbit hole,

in Mr. McGregor’s garden,

under the floorboards,

across a treasure island.

We never forget our first destinations, the stories that have often taken us there

and the frissons of emotion – fear, wonder, surprise, warmth – that subtly color

every place we go thereafter.

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There may be a creeping sameness to the world, but just beneath the monotony lie cultures painted with their own colors and styles.

In each corner of the earth people stand in their own grace, carrying traces of the history that is their own story, unique and remarkable.

It is for this that we must travel.

 

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