humanity
If nothing else, travel opens your eyes to the colorful quilt that is humankind.
A Heart in Ruin. Top Story - April 2019.
“Walking at random through the streets, we came by chance upon the Cathedral of Notre Dame. I shall long remember my first impression of the scene within. The lofty gothic ceiling arched far above my head,, and through the stained windows the light came, but dimly–it was all still, solemn and religious.”
By Jonathan Reed5 years ago in Wander
Don't Forget About Pensacola Beach
Don't Forget About Pensacola Beach Schools of small fish pluck barnacles from the post of the dock, while big fish scurry below. Scraps of grass float in from the other end of the bay, taking with them tiny crustaceans. The waves are gentle, and the tide is high. The salty water feels cool on my dirty feet. In the distance, I see a few paddle boarders paddling above the sandbar in the middle of the bay. A fish breeches the surface, gobbling up plankton on the way up. In the far distance, a boat named "Southern Charm" heads towards the canal, its inhabitants eager for the space to pick up speed. Buoys bob, informing boaters that a sandbar is aflutter with string rays dwelling beneath. On the other side of the bay, restaurants, bars and hotels inhabit the horizon.
By Layne Radlauer5 years ago in Wander
Beauty of Destruction
If someone had told me a year ago that I would see the beauty in destruction, I wouldn't know how to respond. Most things that endure destruction never look beautiful. However, it all is. As a child, I watched my parents get distraught over broken things; broken objects, broken bones, broken windows. It taught me that there is nothing good about broken objects, but that can't be more than wrong.
By Nadiana Jesch5 years ago in Wander
Asking Someone About Their Ancestry
I recently had a conversation with a friend that had come back to Canada from working overseas. I had asked him what are some differences that he noticed when he came back to Canada after being away from the country so long. He replied that Canadians are too sensitive when it comes to asking about our backgrounds, especially when they look foreign. I looked back in curiosity. Please elaborate for me.
By Brian Anonymous5 years ago in Wander
My Favorite Spot
Anyone ever had that one place they feel connected to? For some it’s a camp, for others it’s their grandparents house, and for some, it’s wherever their heart feels at home. Always, and I mean, always, do they talk about these deep, emotional, and philosophical reasons why they feel this way. Whether it represents a bigger picture, or it’s just the people that live there. It’s always this strong tie that seems unique, yet universal somehow.
By Garner Holdsworth5 years ago in Wander
A Tourist in Rome
You brought me to the river for lunch. A far cry from the Spanish Steps or the Vatican, but instead you showed me life... I can still recall him, the wise and simple fisherman with a thousand stories tucked between the lines on his sun-dried face. Though he is of a foreign tongue, I was captured by the excited rhythm on which his tales flowed, all the while his eyes gleaming with joy.
By Naomi Firestone5 years ago in Wander
My Walk Through Selma, Alabama. Top Story - March 2019.
Despite the hundreds of miles that I had already walked with my daughter, I was not prepared for Selma. The subject never came up. We traveled west from Montgomery, Alabama. Montgomery seemed like a nice, unassuming town. It was a nice place to be. Arriving in Selma, it felt as though the hands of time had been turned back. Here, the extreme poverty was much more evident. People worked very hard for everything they had. It was amazing what a difference 54 miles could make.
By Charlotte Mason5 years ago in Wander