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Letting my free tag fly

If you follow this blog, or simply wander through a few of the posts, you will notice a fondness, a deep affection, for Northern New Mexico. It is one of several locations where I experience a profound affinity for the place.

When I was scheduled
for a meeting in Albuquerque, I made an airline ticket that would allow me to arrive about six hours before the meeting. The timing did not permit more free time.

As the day for the meeting approached, I began to see the flaw in my plan. I had no way to travel from the airport.

My friend Takako Terino came to my rescue with an invitation to hang out until I needed to go to the hotel. We went to lunch and had a long conversation. Then we decided to take the tram up to Sanimg_4553-800x600dia Peak.

The mountains were wrapped in cloud. While in made for poor viewing of Albuquerque, it was an incredible experience. Disappearing into the clouds and then the mountain emerging suddenly.

A winter wonderland awaited at the top. Snow made intricate patterns on the trees as the cloud swaddled us.

On the return trip, the person driving the tram looked at me and said, “Your hat is on backward. And there is a tag showing.” See the photo.

Before I could reply, the person removed my hat, put it back on “correctly” and tucked in the tag.

As the person did, I thought, “Seriously? I look like someone who cares about how my hat looks?” But I said nothing.

When Takako and I left the tram, I readjusted my hat and let my free tag fly.

See you along the Trail.

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Home

This originally appeared on Facebook as a response to a friend who asked:

What is home? How do you create a sense of home inside you?

After some reflection, I respond:

Home is the place where I belong, truly belong. I may find myself belonging in several places: Pittsburgh, where I grew up; Cleveland Heights where my wife lives and my children grew up; New York, where I live now. But home is the place (and it is not on that list) where my sense of belonging is strongest and most clear. It is the place I yearn for in times of stress and sorrow; it is the place that feeds my spirit and my soul even when I am not there. For me, I knew it was home the first time I arrived there.

Home are the people, past and present, who nurture and mentor me; challenge and infuriate me; love me.

Home is the place that awaits me.

Home is the journey. It is the Trail, in the language of this blog.

Home is a gift.

How would you answer?

See you along the Trail.

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The moment

For days beyond counting, he had
wondered,
imagined,
dreamed
of the moment.

To his delight, to his surprise,
when the moment finally arrived, it
surpassed wonder,
outstripped imagination,
exceeded dreams.

Now memory ever gently
mingles with wonder,
stirs imagination,
fills dreams,
until the next moment.

14 January 2012
Shire on the Hudson

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