Tuesday, June 21, 2011


I got me a bad case of wanderlust. I got it something fierce.

I've been dreaming of spices and old buildings and beads. Always beads. And noodles.

I have a passport that sits in our safe. Just sits there.  Ready. Empty pages.

I'm hungry for inspiration. I want to see something I've never seen before. Something I never knew existed. 

Lately my thoughts have leapt out of the box.  So far out of the box they cross oceans and continents. They fly over London and through the streets of Paris. They take me to the markets of Marrakech and on Safari in Tanzania.  

The Sugar Daddy humors me so. I talk and talk. He listens, and on occasion throws in an idea or two. At the end of the day, when we lay our heads down to sleep, he says, "Sleep tight big dreamer."

And dream I do. Of Chinese fire dragons and aboriginals playing the didgeridoo. And beads. 

Always beads.


Mimi said...

This is what I dream of too. Adventure! Culture! Sights unseen! I stopped saying someday and now say soon. We have a plan and are going to make it happen:) I wish you all the best in turning your dreams into plans.

suddhinano said...

i appreciate the style of yr eassys

Jen said...

I love the way you write and the way you dream - I hope all your dreams come true and you get some beads!

Hi Octane Jewelry said...

My thoughts exactly right down to the passport in the safe. Beads, fabrics, and shiny silver things, sand and snorkeling always snorkeling... I am going on a small trip to NW it doesn't take a passport, but I hoping to come back inspired none the less.