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September | 2016 | On The Road:

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Travel, Adventure, and Poetry. 8220;The Struggle”. September 30, 2016. The more I struggle for humility,. The more prideful I become. The more I struggle for equanimity,. The more reactive I become. The more I struggle to be content and at peace,. The more restless and melancholy I become. Yet I cannot stop struggling. 8220;It Is Time To Open, My Reluctant One”. September 29, 2016. It is time to open, my reluctant one. When you close the door to be alone with your sorrow,. And let them bring you up again,.

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Restless Words | On The Road:

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Travel, Adventure, and Poetry. November 3, 2016. November 4, 2016. 8220;Our hearts are restless until they rest in Thee.”. What more is there to say? It may be time to rein it in, to wait for rain to wash away these sins, to sit here as leaves are blown past by the wind. The end is never near, the way is endlessly long, the soul’s been dissembled by sorrow, yet the feet keep pressing on. When I press up against myself, who is it I press against? What am I up against here? A humanist, physician to all men.

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Samong & Aubrey Som: 3 months later....

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Samong and Aubrey Som. Samong, Aubrey, Sawyer and Mealea. Tuesday, March 19, 2013. Sawyer turned THREE last week! We lost our camera so no pictures. We took some on our phones and on our iPad. I don't want to figure out how to get those onto this computer, so for now.no pictures. He requested a Thomas the Train themed party. I made all the decorations myself, it took a very long time, but it was so worth it! I try to explain that they wont see him for a long time. We are taking a road trip for almost thr...

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The Deadly Sins | On The Road:

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Travel, Adventure, and Poetry. December 29, 2016. December 30, 2016. Something nebulous, difficult to define, easily overlooked. External strength, on the other hand, is clear, easily defined, impossible to overlook. Yes, nothing was more important than to lose the world. Surely this was the path to self-discovery. This kind of certainty does not last for long. Doubt creeps in. Is there nothing else? No, there is nothing else. But no, there is everything else. There must be at least. Yes, he says to hims...

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December | 2016 | On The Road:

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Travel, Adventure, and Poetry. December 29, 2016. December 30, 2016. Something nebulous, difficult to define, easily overlooked. External strength, on the other hand, is clear, easily defined, impossible to overlook. Yes, nothing was more important than to lose the world. Surely this was the path to self-discovery. This kind of certainty does not last for long. Doubt creeps in. Is there nothing else? No, there is nothing else. But no, there is everything else. There must be at least. Yes, he says to hims...

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The Place Between Before and After | On The Road:

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Travel, Adventure, and Poetry. The Place Between Before and After. October 18, 2016. Who brought me to this vale. Where I travel or travail? Who said be, and a valley. Appeared below to tempt me? Lover, I notice you are weeping. As if through a heavy veil. Why not take off your dark shawl. And reveal the real beauty of tears,. Of joy seduced by sorrow? Did you expect me to repress my joy. Because you’ve expressed your sorrow? Take me in your arms,. And together we can unite joy and sorrow. This Fog →.

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Brian | On The Road:

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Travel, Adventure, and Poetry. I wake in the morning. January 18, 2017. I wake in the morning. And do not like my own face. I sit back down at the desk and keep writing. I walk around reading some words aloud. And do not like the sound of my own voice. I sit back down at the desk and keep writing. All but my hands are still. I sit like a cat, alert and wary,. And pray to give way to silence. December 29, 2016. December 30, 2016. Has he forgotten how to weep, and so sought an uncomfortable substitute?

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October | 2016 | On The Road:

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Travel, Adventure, and Poetry. October 21, 2016. She is so beautiful, but I cannot see her in this fog. I remember her, I’ve known her, and I’ve known her beauty. And we were separated from each other,. And now she too lives in the fog. The fog seems to lift in the middle of the morning,. But look closely and you’ll see. That it never lifts. It is always here. I fear I will be in it always. And never see her as she is. If only loneliness could move mountains. But who wants to move mountains? Appeared bel...

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This Fog | On The Road:

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Travel, Adventure, and Poetry. October 21, 2016. She is so beautiful, but I cannot see her in this fog. I remember her, I’ve known her, and I’ve known her beauty. And we were separated from each other,. And now she too lives in the fog. The fog seems to lift in the middle of the morning,. But look closely and you’ll see. That it never lifts. It is always here. I fear I will be in it always. And never see her as she is. If only loneliness could move mountains. But who wants to move mountains? Address neve...

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Samong & Aubrey Som: October 2012

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Samong and Aubrey Som. Samong, Aubrey, Sawyer and Mealea. Wednesday, October 10, 2012. Last week was pretty fun in the Som household. My birthday was Monday, and Mealea's was on Wednesday. We had a small get together at our house with just family. Look how happy Mealea is on her birthday. She loves being the center of attention, what baby doesn't? I made two cakes for her birthday. This one is just watermelon, honeydew, and cantaloupe with a few berries and grapes stuck to it with toothpicks. What a Wond...