Signs and Omens



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Delwyn said…
Hi Meri

I have just finished reading 'Lost in Translation' by Nicole Mones, a novel based on the original work... of Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, about looking for the remains of Peking Man in China...
and in the book one phrase kept jumping out at me. It is the formal Chinese farewell comment:

Level Road
Peaceful Journey

It seemed to suit your post today...

Happy days Meri

PS. when is Venice?
April 13, 2010 at 2:19 PM
steven said…
hello meri! to the degree that is possible and with all my flags flying i wander down the road of my becoming with a smile on my face. there are days when that smile masks undercurrents, sorrow, the effects of a blind canyon, but i continue onward. i love the chinese farewell comment in delwyn's comment. steven
April 13, 2010 at 2:49 PM
Meri said…
Steven: Your comment solidifies what I know of you through your writing. And Delwyn's farewell comment is apropos, isn't it?
April 13, 2010 at 3:14 PM
Elisabeth said…
Too often we focus on the destination or get lost in where we've come from.

Thanks for the reminder, Meri. Let's all enjoy the journey.
April 14, 2010 at 4:00 AM
Naquillity said…
good morning Meri~ i'm always enjoying the journey at least when my shoes are on and i'm outdoors walking an unknown footpath. have a great day.
April 14, 2010 at 7:34 AM
Anonymous said…
so true.
April 14, 2010 at 7:35 AM
A.Smith said…
Not here ;) and I am enjoying it, particularly this latest span of it. Just when you think that you are so tired your bones are going to collapse inside your body, the sun comes out for a bit - and sometimes a bit is all I need - and life comes rushing in and I am on my feet enjoying every second of the journey...all over again. Spring may have something to do with right now.
April 14, 2010 at 9:04 AM
Jennifer said…
I love it, Meri. That's really all there is.

Thank you for stopping by and saying hi, even when I haven't posted in a while. It's nice to feel that one hasn't been forgotten!
April 15, 2010 at 11:25 AM
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