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Musings From an Airport Dweller

Aug 19th, 2013 2:35:10 pm - Subscribe

My writing changes. Here, there is mystery. There is a level of the unknown- perhaps that is the muse that my life is missing. Things have gotten far less aggravating in my life since I stopped telling half truths and shrouding life in some sort of invisible cloak of perceived excitement.

But I miss it. I miss the quiet hope, and buried double meanings- and perhaps that is why I came here for this.

I have so many things to look forward to: and this weekend confirmed it. I met a most incredible boy this weekend- his grandmother originally from Trinidad. He asked if he could read my palm, and I- not without some hesitation: consented.

He quietly explained that his grandmother had read palms for a living, and her grandmother before her- that before she passed on, she had taught her eldest grandson how to glean the future from the hard etched hands of the masses.

I will have a family. In my youth I will struggle with finances. I will live a long life. I will die in the south- and eventually my past will catch up to me.

It made me think of what possibly could come back from my past to hang over my head like a dark stormy halo. My terrible financial habits? Likely. My inability to have a healthy dynamic with my own family? Obviously. But beyond that... I don't know.

The prospect of having children. Or even the expensive mess that will be next fall...

It's exciting. It's terrifying. Life is unexpected and depressing, and motivating and magical and awful. It is a rickety wooden roller coaster. It is a crowded airport waiting area with a screaming child in the row next to you.

I want to be the one that smiles at the red faced ball of snot and see him slowly stop crying. I want to sit in the second row on the roller coaster and get wet as he splash into the water below.

As I stare at my right palm, and look at the bumps and lines and scars- I want to know that even if it is a load of crap- I made the best of whatever life handed me.

Even if it means another five hours sitting in an airport. Watching people moving on their ways home.


I Feel: Placid
I Hear: Boarding calls, and screaming children.
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February 04th, 2014

I enjoy this post. The second paragraph is interesting and I particularly enjoy from, "It's exciting. It's terrifying" down to the end.


February 04th, 2014

So I was sneaking back to Aeonity and saw you had commented my last entry. I have been writing again so naturally I found my way back, if only to look. I was sidetracked by following your comment to your most recent entry(this one). I was caught up by it. I like your tone and wisdom, your contemplativeness. That's a word, yeah, contemplativeness.

I wanted to say hello and how are you? I have been revisited by the idea that I should be writing letters to practice and keep motivated. I was revisited by that idea while reading your post so I am inviting you to a conversation happy.gif I thought maybe you would like to correspond.

I have just returned from a bit of a pilgrimage. The entire last two and a half or three years have been quite an adventure. I managed a bar, spent countless days playing in the woods by the river, rode the train across America, stayed at a buddhist monastery, bicycled through mountains and over the Golden Gate Bridge. I am just trying to build a case here lol. I have met some really interesting people and I want to share about them.

I like your writing voice and would be excited to have your audience. I hope this message finds you well.

Old Friend,

avatar femmeemo

March 12th, 2014

Why hello old friend,

I hope that you are well- it sounds like you've taken time to grow in the last millions of years. I would love to have a proper pen-pal. I too have taken in the last little while to letter writing. I feel it is an art form that is so nearly dead- when we life in a world that seems so fixated on surviving on 140 characters of less.

If it may take two days, two months, two years or two decades- I will leave this here with the potential for that conversation, that correspondence.

What a beautiful and novel thought- to share stories of life. Thank you for your message Clayton, it's discovery came on a day where it was needed.

The email address in my profile is still my active account, and I look forward to hearing from you. And of you, and your adventures.


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