A Balloon Takes A Walk

 

As Proust said, travel isn't about seeing new places but about looking with new eyes.  The other day we came upon this curious little fellow, out for a stroll.  We were out walking our dog when another dog began barking.  Approaching we saw what was disturbing him.  A small black balloon with pipe cleaner legs, was walking on Carroll Street.  We don't have big travel plans for the moment, but that doesn't mean we can't enjoy all the odd things that life has to offer even if we're close to home.  In other words I guess I'd have to say that I'm always traveling - even if I'm two blocks from home.  Which brings me back to Proust.  You don't really have to go very far to see something new.  Maybe there's a little balloon following you.

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What I love about where I live.

Doesn't that old tune, "There's No Place like Home," have the refrain  "no matter where I travel, no matter how far I go, be it ever so humble....I've been all over the world, but I had to take a long bike ride through Brooklyn Bridge Park to fully appreciate what I have that's so close to home.

Sometimes we just have to look around us.

As my cousin Marianne reminded me, "You have always had the power to return to Kansas."  This was the message Dorothy receives from Gilda, the good witch, at the end of her journey.

This gorilla was at the end of mine.

"It was here in Big Sur...

 that I first learned to say 'Amen.' "

              -----Henry Miller

"Life in its jewel boxes is endless as sand." Pablo Neruda