A Travel Secret

You go to the museums and the tombs and the ruins and the statues because everyone else does, because these places are famous, because you’ve seen pictures of them all your life, because the tours focus upon them, because these are the places you can get to easily and you don’t know where else to go until you’ve been there awhile. You know these places are impressive and important, and you expect to feel enriched after you’ve seen them.

Now that you’ve have made your pilgrimage to the various shrines and wonders of the world, you can say for sure that the tombs and the temples are no more than ruins, suggestions of shapes with crumbling corners, useful now as a focal point only, an excuse to go to a place and wander through new worlds for a while, to pretend you are someone else, to imagine you have been reincarnated, to twirl around with your eyes wide open, to fantasize, to play, to revel in the freedom of the foreigner, to wish upon stars that have witnessed all of earthly history, and to know that you belong to it all.

About Marahm

At first glance, I may appear to be a middle-aged American woman with kids, grandkids, retired from a job in a hospital, gratefully relieved from the responsibilities that come with all of that. Behind the image, which is true enough, I am fairly unhinged from much of American mainstream living, having spent twelve years in Saudi Arabia, years that sprung me from societal and familial impositions, and narrow bands of truth. I have learned to embrace my identity as a seeker, an artist, and a writer. I study Arabic and Italian language, because I love them, and I love their people. I still dream of spending more time in the Middle East and Italy, though the dreaming now seems more real than the possibilities. I am a photographer. I write, and sometimes publish, flash memoir, and now a blog or two.
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2 Responses to A Travel Secret

  1. darvish says:

    Salaam Dear Sister:

    Of course ruins are just that. But if the heart is open, they all become the Ka’ba. It the heart is not open, even the Ka’ba becomes just another building.

    I am adding your blog to my blogroll 🙂

    Ya Haqq!

  2. Marahm says:

    Well said, Darvish, but how does one know whether the heart is open? Surely it is more than a simple matter of emotion or even attitude. And who is the judge of whether a heart is open or not? I would ask this question because we’ve all known people who claim all kinds of qualities of the heart, yet when we get to know them, we sense a closed orientation to perspectives not inherent in their particular upbringing.

    I am honored to have a spot on your blogroll.

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