I just had to share this blog a friend recently discovered. Out of the clutter of travel blogs, this one brings back the joy of travel through the eyes of a 92 year old man who recently lost his wife of 67 years. His writing is honest and his observations are a joy to read. This one is for those of you who have been craving something different.
I used to believe in miracles, until my mind decided to count things as coincidence instead, but I think I'm ready to open myself up to them again. Just because something can be explained doesn't make it any less miraculous, it's only if you over rationalize it does the joy of the moment disappear. It's like having a explanation for love, the release of serotonan and oxytocin give us the good feelings that come from being with someone who brings us joy, pheromones play their part in attraction, etc...but just because we can explain the biological aspects of love, does it make love any less amazing? So this was a long way of saying, I believe in miracles once again. I'm not a religious person, but I've been rediscovering the spiritual side of me. I've been asking for signs of joy and support to take me out of these sad feelings and I believe Mr. White's blog is one of those clues that the universe likes to leave for people who ask for them. He's not writing for me and my pain specifically, but the fact that my friend posted this on Facebook the exact morning after I said my little prayer could be coincidence, but I think it's more than that. Plus it doesn't hurt that Mr. White is from Durhum, England, which is about half an hour from Newcastle, the source of where I attribute part of this pain I feel.
I apologize for the tangent, but the main take away is that I find Mr. White's blog a sweet reminder of the joys of travel from a person who does not rush through his experiences. It came into my life at the perfect time.
UPDATE 12.31.12
Mr. White has since decided to stop blogging so as to put his focus entirely on travel and recuperation.
I used to believe in miracles, until my mind decided to count things as coincidence instead, but I think I'm ready to open myself up to them again. Just because something can be explained doesn't make it any less miraculous, it's only if you over rationalize it does the joy of the moment disappear. It's like having a explanation for love, the release of serotonan and oxytocin give us the good feelings that come from being with someone who brings us joy, pheromones play their part in attraction, etc...but just because we can explain the biological aspects of love, does it make love any less amazing? So this was a long way of saying, I believe in miracles once again. I'm not a religious person, but I've been rediscovering the spiritual side of me. I've been asking for signs of joy and support to take me out of these sad feelings and I believe Mr. White's blog is one of those clues that the universe likes to leave for people who ask for them. He's not writing for me and my pain specifically, but the fact that my friend posted this on Facebook the exact morning after I said my little prayer could be coincidence, but I think it's more than that. Plus it doesn't hurt that Mr. White is from Durhum, England, which is about half an hour from Newcastle, the source of where I attribute part of this pain I feel.
I apologize for the tangent, but the main take away is that I find Mr. White's blog a sweet reminder of the joys of travel from a person who does not rush through his experiences. It came into my life at the perfect time.
UPDATE 12.31.12
Mr. White has since decided to stop blogging so as to put his focus entirely on travel and recuperation.
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