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What’s My Real Job?

What’s my real job? I am in the soul-growing business. As we all should be. -Elizabeth Gilbert.

Hey guys! How are you all? I’m in Nashville, Tennessee. Yes, I can’t believe it either. I wish I could write more but I’m tired and jet-lagged and I want to spend as much time as I can with my beautiful hosts. So, here are some photos:
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Radnor Lake.
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My very first squirrel! Processed with VSCO with c3 preset

Lakeside Strolls and Gothic Grandeur

How great is Europe? How cool is this? To travel from one country to another in less than an hour, from France to Switzerland, Lausanne desu. PS “desu” is a Japanese word often used at the end of factual sentences and for me, the most memberable part of the public transport announcements. Osaka desu. Tokyo desu. Lausanne desu.
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As for Switzerland, it is clean, luxurious and crazy expensive.
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First on our Lonely Planet list was to visit the Olympic Mueseum. Unfortunately, the entry fee turned out to be a lottle expensive. 18 Swiss Franc, that’s about 25 New Zealand dollars for only three floors – and I’m not even interested in Olympics! So, I took a few pics of the building itself but because the sun had not come out yet, I don’t think they’re that great.Sorry. Next up, the local Wednesday (and Saturday) market:
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Teeny tiny little widdle pumpkins. image-126image-130
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My best street photography picture ever.
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Both Sonia and I agreed these were THE best vegetarian burgers we have ever had ever. From Holy Cow
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Ferry back to France. 50 mere minutes on beautiful Lake Geneva.
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Back in France, cherry sorbet.image-114
For my Bahai followers (and those interested). This is the hotel (now residential apartment) Abdu’l-Bahá stayed at during his travels of Switzerland and the very port her travelled from.
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This Is What It Means To Be Happy

I know I say this of every place, but Anthy-sur-Leman is truly something else.
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You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
(Mary Oliver)
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The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quite alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be and that God wishes to see people happy, amidst the simple beauty of nature. As longs as this exists, and it certainly always will, I know that then there will always be comfort for every sorrow, whatever the circumstances may be. And I firmly believe that nature brings solace in all troubles. (Anne Frank)
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…and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough (Vincent Van Gogh)
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A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is easy to do good, and who are not accustomed to have it done to them; then work which one hopes may be of some use; then rest, nature, books, music, love for one’s neighbor — such is my idea of happiness. (Leo Tolstoy)
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I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, “This is what it is to be happy.” (Sylvia Plath)
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