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January 16, 2008

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Dear readers, thanks for stopping by: please go to my new website for more stories, enlightened quotes and inspirational vibes from the road least traveled.  The new travel blog I created allows me much more functionality and will be the final version of this blog.  The new look a feel is exactly what I have been hoping to create from day 1.  I would like to thank the many visitors who have passed by and made this first blog such a success.  I hope you enjoy the new look and feel.  Please feel free to pass this link along to your friends and add any comments you would like.  I always love to hear feedback from my readers.  In addition, if you would like any advice on travel tips, creating your own blog or social media marketing; I would love to hear from you.  Sincerely yours JMH

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Poetry for the traveling Soul…Check out these wonderful poems

December 13, 2007

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I found this beautiful and inspiring poetry book called Notes From the Inside by Doug Rose.  Anyone wishing to read some inspiring poetry about Traveling should continue reading. 

Offerings

Facing forward, looking back the way I

Travelled all I could see was a crystal ship

Suspended from the rear view mirror. Beauty

For the future or the past? Stay here in the

present, the waves are better, it beckons me

inside.  Sail to the emerald isle, covered in a

hundred shades of green, drinking beer

beneath ancient trees surrounding Trinity

College.  An old man (he could have been

the next James Joyce) sits on a park bench,

waiting to see what he missed.  All the words

that eluded him are piled up, running

through other people’s veins.  If I was cut

open I would offer him some with bloody

 fingers.

Doug Rose  Notes from the Inside.  P.57

Travel Guides

“That tidal wave crushed me down into the

sand, left me gasping for air in unfamiliar

territory. When I roll over I’ll find it’s all

been a dream, or discover how to breath

again. Did I make a conscious decision

many years ago to be alone?  Somewhere, in

The far recess of my mind, turning a

corner, not recognizing where I was, I kept

going anyway.  A sense of wonder, an aura

Of mystery perhaps?  Did I really think I was

the first one, the only one to go down that path? 

Keep logging those impressions, maybe

one of us will produce the next Mona Lisa

or at least a new Travel Guide.”

Doug Rose  Notes from the Inside  p.18

The Wrath Of Angels 

Stay with me here, in this moment.  It’s the

Only one that matters.  I can’t undo

Yesterdays, I’m not looking for tomorrows.

Drown me here and now with flowers of

Love.  Slap me with blossoms, tattoo my skin

With striped stems, rake me over your coals

With fine intentions.  Then, if you told me

You loved me I’d believe it.  I can’t hurt you

Anymore,  I’ve sold that too.  This is for you,

Kept for all these years.  An angel took it

from my hands, exchanged for ribbons of youth.

Doug Rose  Notes from the Inside  p. 87

Ulysses By Alfred Lord Tennyson my favorite poem by Idream now Travel blog

December 10, 2007

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This is my favorite poem Ulysses by Alfred Lord Tennyson.  A truly inspiring piece of literature that I love to share. This poem is Ulysses last speech to his Mariners inviting them to keep traveling towards the unknown horizon and continue living a life of adventure to the very end.  The finishing line “To Strive, To Seek, To Find, and not the yield” is where I take my own personal philosophy in life from. 

 To Strive for Love, To Seek Knowledge, To Find Happiness, and yield not to Fear.       JMH 

Ulysses By Alfred Lord Tennyson

“I cannot rest from travel; I will drink

Life to the lees. All times I have enjoyed

Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those

That loved me, and alone…

I am become a name;

For always roaming with a hungry heart

Much have I seen and known – cities of men

And manners, climates, councils, governments…

I am a part of all that I have met;

Yet experience is an arch where through

Gleams that untraveled world, whose margin fades

Forever and forever when I move.

How dull it is to pause, to make an end,

To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!..

And this gray spirit yearning in desire

To follow knowledge like a sinking star

Beyond the utmost bound of human thought…

Come, my friends,

‘Tis not too late to seek a newer world.

For my purpose holds

To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths

Of all the western stars, until I die.

We are not now that strength which in old days

Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;

One equal temper of heroic hearts,

Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.”

Ulysses

By  Alfred Lord Tennyson 

Poetry and my Favorite book Store

December 6, 2007

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Nothing beats a great used book store that is filled with the owner’s love and passion for books.  My favorite book store in all the world is Dark Horse Books in Victory BC.  The owner Robert is straight out of a Kerouac novel.  An old time hippie who can tell you real stories about Haight-Ashbury, travelling, and much more.  His shop is filled with exactly what I love to read about.  Books by Artist who were possessed by Love, Magic, Miracles, Travel, Art, Beauty, Freedom, underground, Music, Poetry….

That’s where I found this little poetry book by a Vancouver artist named Ed Varney.  In this book, I found my first piece of literature that I felt compelled to respond to with a poem of my own. 

Here is Ed Varney’s Poem titled Happiness from his book What the wind said

A man gets up, goes to work, works & goes home.

He gets up, he goes to work, he works & he goes home.

He does this for five days, the he has two days off.

This is called the weekend.

On the weekends he cuts the lawn, washes the car,

 plays tennis, does some work around the house & takes the kids to a movie.

This is called Fun.

A man goes through this fifty times in a row.

Then he gets two weeks off to do what wants-

that is, if he can remember what he wanted to do.

The pressures, the decisions, the routines, the boredom,

the obligations, the interruptions, the confusion, the frustration,

 the constant appraisal & reappraisal have scrambled who he was &

washed it down the drain of his ambition until

all he can think of is lying in the sand on a beach

drinking gin & tonic

to drown out the last shreds

of his imagination.

This is called happiness.

What the wind said    The Caitlin Press

This is my response to Ed’s Poem titled Happiness

The happy man’s response 

Man gets up, Masturbates, then smiles.

Man enjoys both a hot and then cold shower.

He goes to the park for fresh air and sunhine.

He reads, he writes, he paints, he smiles.

He does this for as long as he likes.

This is called the good life.

In the good life he smells the lawn,

Cruises in the car while enjoying his health.

Man allows himself to feel good about his accomplishments &

He always seeks entertainment with loved ones.

This is called fun.

If man goes through this infinite times in a row.

Then man’s life is a Vacation to do with what he wants.

He can’t remember the pressures, the rules, the pains of past.

He washes then down the drain of the Now.

He smiles wide, smells the freedom of the Ocean

and feels wonderful beach beneath his toes,

all the while Drunk on love and imagination.

This is called Happiness.”

By JMH