Reflections on the common, basic things in life. And on those things we have in common.
I want them to marvel at the commonplace, the everyday. To not need anything more. The landscape of our city street, these passers-by, this steady rhythm of life being lived. This is entertainment enough.
I hope to call attention to the commonplace and the common strand that runs through us all. We all may be a bit uncertain as we walk through this life, but it steadies us to remember we tread on common ground.
We can see only a finite distance ahead; we can’t know what follows. We set out anyway. We carry our before on our backs and we step into tomorrow.
The only truth is that there is none. All we can know is that we cannot know anything for sure.
Let’s softly saunter through this shared world of ours, unsuspecting, unassuming, open to possibility. There is only this day. Only this moment. Only our experience of it.
Everywhere you roam, you leave something of yourself behind and gather something of the world to take with you. I keep shoes long past their prime because I know they’ve walked with me–their soles bearing bits of where I’ve been…[Walking is] a way to be in the world without going far. At home everywhere.
You are not me, but you may as well be. That you’re human, without more, warrants kindness. When we cross paths, let’s see each other for who we are — flawed, trying, familiar. We are all just fellow travelers making our way on a shared road.
Sometimes the road will call me to it, and I will spend some time there as the sun sets and dinner is served … Knowing full well my feet will always carry me back, my arms open wide, my ears filled with the songs of the road.