You Are My Passport
I recently read a wonderful book about an interesting woman who traveled to three countries. Through her stories; I prayed a lot, ate a lot, and fell in love, all in the comfort of my pajamas. What I envied most about this woman was the number of stamps on her passport, more than forty! I live in a small town in rural America. It is a wonderful place to raise children but sometimes I feel disconnected from the rest of the world. I’m not sure that we have forty of anything here; except perhaps the number of cars on the train as it passes by.
I am certain that I have spent more hours of my life traveling in books than I have spent sleeping. I love to explore and learn. As a child, I dreamed of falling asleep in the library, not the toy store. I wanted a house with its own library. It would have shelves of books reaching to the ceiling and a big comfy red chair. The smell of books brings back happy childhood memories. Someday, someone will create a candle that smells like books.
Becoming a mother at the age of seventeen meant for me, that I would work hard and continue to dream in the pages of books. I would travel in magazines and explore the world through the stories of others. World Pulse, I am here, you are my passport! I have been to many countries in the past few days; soon I will have traveled to more than forty.
This is more than an exploration, it is a true journey. My quest is through your lands, your hearts and your souls. Your stories have moved me, inspired me, and humbled me. The most wonderful part is the humor so many of you share. Through all that you have overcome, still you smile. As often as I have been brought to tears, I have also laughed with you. Thank you, my new friends. You are my passport to the world!
(A reflection, original post VOF 2010)