... it calls.
Posted on Sep 21st, 2006
by
Lobster John
I think there are places that call to you. Places that say, “Hey buddy, come here.” I so want to go to Japan. I always have. I have no idea why, but it’s always called me. Maybe, as Paulo Coelho says in The Alchemist, some part of my personal legend exists there. Or, maybe it’s that eastern thought, specifically Zen, always rang like a bell of truth in my soul. Whatever it is… it calls.
Where is it that calls your soul?
Where is it that calls your soul?
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Hmmm… Ireland…
The mountains of New Mexico. I was born in Albuquerque, and haven't been to the state in years, but I know that it's where I'm destined to end up.
Incidentally…. My daughter has expressed a longing to visit Japan since she was really young…like 4 yrs old. hmmm
I can say, without hesitation, Eire.
My roots go deep into its soils, are ancient and strong. I've had a pull upon my being for those green shores all of my life. Someday I shall be there.