“I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books; I have begun to listen to the teaching my blood whispers to me.”
― Hermann Hesse,
In a children’s game in the community swimming pool, a blindfolded child would seek out other kids, by calling out “MARCO!” and listening for the response, “POLO” that all the other kids would shout in unison. The object was for the seeker to find and tag “Polo”, while everyone else tried to avoid being tagged. Then that person would become the seeker. Decades later, I still find the world holds wonder when you throw off the bonds of small-minded Man.
After ten months on a voyage of discovery through blogging, I have made the acquaintance of writers the world over. Perceiving the world through their words and images, invigorates me. I follow the adventures of farm life; the recovery of a rescued pot-belly pig; empathize with those overcoming depression; am encouraged by the spiritual and physical journeys of faith; celebrate with those overcoming mental illness; I marvel at the imagination of artists and photographers, and celebrate the stories of young adventurers, wanderers, and humanitarians.
The images of Nepal, canyons in Australia, hidden ancient temples in Southeast Asia, and forests and mountains of California, or Utah or Maine, and the bustle of life in India -are reason enough for me to celebrate life. To the friends I have made, and to those as yet unknown, catch me with your life-stories, flash-fiction and images. It is your turn. “POLO!”