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March 17, 2015

Should I go on this trip? Would you go?

For two years I planned this vacation: taking a smaller cruise ship to various ports across the Mediterranean Sea. I gathered over fifty pages of research on the trip locations, studied guidebooks and constructed a google map. I watched videos of each port. After I purchased the the trip tickets and packed my suitcase, current events left me in a quandary on whether I should take this vacation.

On February 15, ISIS beheaded 21 Coptic Christians from Egypt on the coast of Libya near Sirte, a port town. By Mid-March ISIS and the State-affiliated militants were engaging in violent clashes.

In October of 2014, ISIS began a propaganda campaign, threatening the Vatican, claiming to launch a war against the Catholic Church and invade Rome. On March 15, the Vatican, which in the previous months had downplayed the threats, its Geneva ambassador suggested that military force should be used against ISIS, if settlements could not be reached.

What I found alarming is that Cruise News.com reported:

But sailing into a port in Morocco or Egypt on a cruise ship? It’s not a matter of if. It’s just a matter of when.

Fisherman on Lampedusa, a small island halfway between Sicily and Libya, raised their concerns with the Italian government that they were fearful of being boarded by the terrorist group.

I called my cruise company. The representative reported that their insurers would not allow the ship to go anywhere near where they perceived danger. I guess protecting their investment will also protect me. It’s kinda funny that it comes down to money. He said they would change their itinerary if there were any threats. He also said the cruise line could not guarantee safety 100%, which I understand.

Statistically, I should be more concerned with these possibilities if I stayed home: about 40,000 automobile deaths and 32,000 firearm deaths occur in the United States each year. I’m in more danger driving on the 95 Interstate or catching a stray bullet from a crime or accident than anything happening on the high seas. So far, not one American tourist has been killed by ISIS.

Still, the situation in the Middle East does give one pause. Whereas I have a choice to go, I know that those folks caught in the middle of these conflicts have no choice.

The State Department has issued travel alerts and warnings for over 40 locations.

How does a traveler remain aware without being hyper vigilant?

As a traveler, have you faced a similar situation and what did you decide?

Would you stay home or go on this trip?

UPDATE:

The next day, after I composed a draft of this post, tragically militants killed 17 tourists as they stepped off buses to visit the National Bardo Museum in Tunis. My cruise line has listed the Bardo Museum as one of their excursions.

Someone wrote on Facebook that didn’t understand why anyone would travel to Tunis. Last year 6.2 million tourists visited that country without major incident. Tunisians have invested in the travel industry, as 20% of the population benefit from tourism. The people of Tunisia will suffer the long-term effects of reduced revenues if the tourist industry collapses, which would further weaken the country economically and perhaps give ISIS a further foothold in the ensuing chaos. Tunisia has taken positive steps toward democracy, a positive outcome of the Arab Spring. Let’s hope the militants have not derailed their democratic initiatives.

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Almost every civilization, including our democratic society, has constructed walls, mostly for keeping the “other” out. Sometimes the “other” is an enemy, where conquering, exploiting and enslaving citizens becomes the objective. In other cases, walls are built to keep out those whom society deems as undesirable.

A wall never works. Technology eventually catches up and produces mechanisms to scale the ramparts. Past civilizations continued to build higher and stronger fortresses, but eventually these walls were breached and societies fall, as opponents becomes hell-bent in destroying the barrier.  Walls carve a separation that perpetuates the wounds on both sides, and the effects of the wall continue to influence people’s lives in terrifying ways.

Our ancestors have been on both sides of the wall, as conquer and vanquished. Will we ever be able to deconstruct the barriers in our minds to realize peaceful coexistence with our neighbors and put a stop to our perpetual compulsion of building and destroying walls?

Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
–Robert Frost, Mending Wall

St. Malo

St. Malo, walled city in Brittany, France. Built in the 12thC, rebuilt in the 17thC, destroyed during WWII, and again rebuilt by 1960.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Wall

Photograph rebloged from J. R. Blackwell, photographer for Philadelphia Weekly.

Orange Chairs in Snow

Weekly Photo Challenge Orange

Orange is that funny color that either burnishes into a soft and soothing tone or shouts out its presence. Either way, we can count on orange to catch our eye.

WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge: Orange

When my son asked if I could take in a homeless cat, I paused because I didn’t have familiarity with cats. In addition, she was pregnant. I had no idea what would be involved in looking after this animal and her perspective brood.

I needn’t have worried. Mamma cat did everything right, giving birth and taking care of her seven kittens. Our reward for taking her in . . .

Baby Kitties

We kept Momma cat and Sweetie Bumpkins (on the left), and we were lucky to find good homes for the other kittens.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Reward

With that greeting, might I be offered some refreshment?

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Rule of Thirds

Alexandra, Sky

“The sky sees your face.”
–Alexandra Kerr S.
2/7/15

 

Yes, 
the sky sees your face
the wind whispers in your ear
the rain hears your splashes
the snow kisses your hand
the grass tickles your toes
the moon sparkles in your eyes
the sun warms your skin.
Yes,
the sky sees your face.

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Alexandra has continued with her memorable quotes, collected by Daddy and Mommy:

 

May 24, 2016 Alex: Mommy, I’m made out of elements
Oh really? What elements?
Alex: FIRE ELEMENTS! My skin is the elements. The fire elemental are right next to my heart!
What do you do with your fire elements?
Alex: I only play with the fire elements right next to my heart & they look like fire and if you were in my body than you could see it but only if you are mini-sized. But don’t touch them or you will be burned into a fire monster.

 

“I call the picture Turtle de Shelly”
–Alex

“can you tell me my grandpa’s name? I can’t find it in my memory.”–Alex

“what does orbit mean daddy?”–Alex

“Making messes isn’t my thing right now.”–Alex

Alex: can you get me some more water daddy?
Me: why don’t you do it?
Alex: because it is soooo boring.

January 11 at 7:56am · Newport News, VA ·

 When my heart beats that means I’m OK annnd you love me.
–Alex
 

“My aunty Kae is a nice aunty, I flew on a plane to see her and she took me to art class aaaannnddd gave me food to survive. I threw up in her car because my Nanna drove to much.”–Alex

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Dear Alex, we are saving the date for you and Valeta to return to Pennsylvania in June. Can’t wait to see you both! There will be art classes again and dancing wearing our tutus. I promise we will drive slowly so no more worries about car sickness! How about another ride on the merry-go-round? Love, Auntie K
 

“our TV has blu-ray. I know about Blu-ray on TV’s you know.”–Alex

Me: Alex, would you like me to read some more John Keats?
Alex: yea.
 
“I knew that conflict was a bad idea, I knew it!”  –Alex
 
Alex: can I have some crackers?
Me: I’m folding laundry right now.
Alex (pouting): please
Me: not right now
Alex: why isn’t my pouting working.
 

Alex: What happens if this chip breaks?
Me: I don’t know, you will have a broken chip.
Alex: Will the whole world break?
Me: I don’t…
Alex breaks the chip
Me: think so.

She took out another and said “does this chip hold reality together?” before breaking it.
 
I look on the bright side when I give you hugs.
–Alex
 
 

A letter for Auntie Kae and Nanna Jean.

It reads: “I love Auntie Kae. I love Nanna Jean”

“I miss Auntie Kae, because she is really nice.”
–Alex

Comments:  I miss you and Valeta, too! Here’s a video of feeding the manta rays at the Camden Aquarium.


Portrait by Jean Kerr Strosahl, August 2017

“when I go to Kindergarten I’m going to miss being normal.”

Alex started school today, and that is a big change for her… but it is also a big change for me, a milestone in her life and a threshold over which once crossed there is no going returning. She went out that door, got on that bus, and entered into a whole new world of experiences. It will change her, and in that change she will grow into someone new, someone wonderful. Of no less, and no greater beauty than the amazing person she is today. Yet the person she is today will be lost to me. The girl who holds my hand tomorrow isn’t the same person who held my hand as she toddles across the floor, isn’t the same person as the one who looked up at me with those eyes so blue on her very first day. She is the sum of those people, just as the young lady she will become is going to be the sum of the person she is today (and every person she is between now and then). But then am I not a different man than I was when I first held her hand (an eternity ago to her, an instant to me). That man is still here, part of the sum of experiences that makes up my life… just as the little boy who once held a hand (an eternity ago for me, perhaps a moment ago for others).

Time changes us, it brings us new experiences that shape who we are like the waves on a beach shape the sand. Even if we go back to the same place, be it days or even years later, we can never return to that same beach we once walked on. Nor are we the same people as the ones who once walked on that beach.

Tonight, after the excitement had calmed down she laid her head down on my shoulder and said “I can hear you breathing daddy” then drifted off to sleep. Tonight I laid there for a bit longer than I otherwise would… there being laundry to do and a dishwasher to run, lines on the endless list of things that need to be done. I laid there with the window open and lightning flickering in the distance.

Just for a moment, just one moment more.

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Alex: Sometimes I run so fast on the ground it catches on fire 
It’s OK, I’m an ice dragon and ice dragons breath ice like a refrigerator for ice.
–Alex
 
I look on the bright side when I give you hugs.
–Alex
 
 

Alex: hi Daddy
Me: hi Snuggles, what’s going on in your world today?
Alex: Sunshine and RAINBOWS!

September 2018
“we are never alone, because there are always spiders nearby. They live behind the toilet.”
–Alex

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December 15, 2018

“What happens if your brain is  trying to make sense, but it ends up not making any sense?”

January 2019

 

“Every day is the newest day ever.”  -Alex

Alex: When I go to Art Camp its a long way away… you leave from here in North America and you land in Philadelphia.
Me: Philadelphia is in North America sweetie
Alex: 😲

Never go over the rainbow, if you do there is a monster there waiting to nibble you up!
–Alex

My Songs, 6.24.2019

 

My grandmother probably never thought of herself as mathematician, yet she had an understanding of rotational, translational and reflective symmetry. Fiber arts, especially as practiced by women, was seriously neglected in the cannons of artistic works until the 1970s. The feminist movement brought attention to the culture of women’s lives and their contributions as craftspersons and artists. Many women created quilts and other fabric art in hardship by gathering and sewing together little pieces of cloth, sometimes transforming even rags into art for their home.

I have no familiarity with mathematical subjects of plane and spacial symmetries, but I do know that nothing makes a room look more cozy than a quilt on a bed.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Symmetry

What’s the big deal about a chair? Actually, this chair is so big, about four times larger than a typical chair, and it’s a work of art that has taken on a life of its own. Jake Beckman, a student at Swarthmore College, conceived and built the original chair, which found a place among the other standard-sized Adirondack chairs that dot the stretch of lawn in front of the main hall on campus. Even The Colbert Report featured a segment about the famous chair.

Several years ago the original chair fell apart and was discreetly removed from the lawn. However, the campus community, becoming attached to the Big Chair, clamored to bring the chair back. Jake agreed to return to rebuild the structure, and the chair resumed its place with the others.

I guess I wasn’t the only one beginning to think metaphorically about the Big Chair. Some unnamed inventives would come by during the night leaving the chairs in different arrangements, such as the Big Chair leading a line of the other chairs or the Big Chair in the middle of a circle. One morning the Big Chair stood upright while a semicircle of normal chairs tipped down in front of the Big Chair.

Now I was thinking hard. The chairs assumed the metaphor for power dynamics .  .  . and not just at Swarthmore! I thought about “Big Chair” people, folks that tell us what to do or think: politicians, pundits, advertisers, bosses, CEOs, presidents, board of directors .  .  .  and I’m sure you can think of many more. Do we perceive these folks as big in influence, power, authority, and wealth and get drawn into a mindset that binds us to a deferential attitude? Many normal chairs sit on the lawn–there is strength in numbers when we act collectively. And normal-sized chairs serve a real function. We wouldn’t make 25 more Big Chairs!

On reflection, perhaps we do need the Big Chair–reminding us to keep the right perspective.

Depth of Feeling

Several years ago a friend invited to me attend a circus, as her company provided free admission to employees and their guests. I hadn’t been to a circus since I was a child, so I had few expectations of what the show might bring.

During one of the acts, the elephants reared up, one after the other, the hot, glaring lights reflecting off their skin. The bright spotlights washed out some of the color and the creatures appeared as stark images under the harsh lamps. The circus transformed into melancholy display, as I had become a spectator to another view of the performance.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Depth

UPDATE: March 6, 2015, Ringling Brothers and Barnum & Bailey Circus to Phrase Out Elephant Acts.

More stories about elephants:

Elephants Reunited
Newspaper Article Describing Training 1930s
ASPCA Circus Cruelty
Should Animal Circuses be Banned
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