So exciting! Lil Lion travelled to Sri Lanka and got herself to Sigiriya rock, the 8th wonder of the world. Built about 3,00 years ago by a very worried king trying to find peace. Lil lion can relate to that and here on this Buddhist site she feels soooo at home! It is wonderful when you are lucky enough to find your home. She couldn’t have done it without her travellers help and she feels very grateful to them. Lil hopes her twin dares to venture out one day too and she finds her place in the world.
And yes six months later Lil’s twin, Dog ventured to Africa where she met Nelson Mandela’s spirit by a statue in Cape Town. She recalled how he had the poem Invictus with him in his cell for 27 years. She chose to add Hope by Emily Dickinson. Hope for peace and harmony and love triumphing over hate. Like Lil, Dog is so grateful to her travelling companions for getting her to return to her homeland. She ponders, it doesn’t matter what colour you are, your homeland is where your heart is.
Frere stands at the feet of John Harvard at Harvard University in Boston. Frere wishes to study feet mainly because not having any he fails to see the use of them! Frere has also heard that The Unlonely Project came from America and Frere is desperate not to feel so lonely. He has watched all the movies so far.
Bella was going to stay at the top of a vulcano. Then she she got cold feet at being left! Finally at the bottom of the world ( or is it the top?) amongst some children in a library, she found her new home in Villa O’Higgins in Chile.
Bella carries the poem The Sad Mother by Gabriela Mistrel The Sad Mother
….sleep my beloved
without worry
without fear …although my soul does not sleep….
Bella resonates with these words. Not a moment goes by when she doesn’t think of her child.
Knows hangs out in the Tokyo subway Japan.
O Snail
climb Mount Fuji
but slowly slowly
Issa
Frank took a long time coming to South America. He is a very cautious fellow and likes to be ready. That is why he brought a Turkish poem! He is singing on top of Santa Lucia. May be hopes someone will speak Turkish… but wait here is a lady she sees him and shares her poem My Garden by Fido Fdez.
Thinking of You
it is like listening to the most beautiful song
From the most beautiful voice on earth…
But hope is not enough for me any more,
I don’t want to listen to songs anymore,
I want to sing.
Gaye stowered away in a bag and landed herself somewhere in Japan!She feels a bit like her poem The Empty Room by Aidan Hannigan however it keeps her inner self company.
Mat and Pat were stowaways to Old Havana Cuba. They found themselves looking towards el museo de la Revolution with a woman who supported neglected children. Matt and Pat fell very at home here with their poem. The tried to translate it using google translate however that proved a very bad idea. Somethings are best left in their own language!
An Empty Room by Aidan Hannigan
When for the last time
I leave the vacant room
And shut the door
I wonder what happens then.
I know the sunbeams still shine
Down in shafts of powdered light
And on the floor in patches bright
The dust mites dance
Whilst on the window pane a fly
Buzzes angrily.
But in the stillness of the afternoon
When the slam the front door
Echoes hollow throughout the house
And quiet silence sits there alone.
Is there in the room first a whisper
Then the rising sound of voices
Now a crying and now a laughter
On the radio a forgotten song
A clinking of a cup and saucer
a Chi;;d’s eager why, a dog’s whimper?
Do all joys and sorrows linger?
This I wonder.
Les beaux Art by Auden
Grump’s twin Ralph didn’t have his dice packed and so Grump got to go to Slovenia. However sometimes the organised one doesn’t seem to know how to enjoy life! I hope the hikers on the trail can help Grump out.
Kocph Trilavskih jezeerih on Triglav Lakes in Slovenia
I stepped from Plank to Plank
A slow and cautious way
The stars above my head I felt
About my feet the sea
I know not but the next
would be my final inch
This gave me that precarious Gait
Some call Experience
by Emily Dickinson
Close to the water source, the well in Murano. Puzzle feels she has solved the meaning of life!!! And it wasn’t 42 as first suspected.It’s 59! She ponders Fernando Pessoa’s poem If, After I Die
“For two consecutive days Puzzles decided to hide in the bag, however yesterday at the most unexpected moment Puzzle jumped out of it and made a run towards the town’s well. All I can say is: ” I understand” the aesthetic affinity that Puzzles felt towards the surroundings….after all there was a certain resemblance with the glass works in Murano. Puzzle had decided Murano was the place to be!
Note that Puzzle’s awareness about the impact of salinity in a dry country such as Australia had to be celebrated by staying on top of a well. Some people have told me that they saw Puzzle this arvo in Venice working as a Gondolier… I reckon that’s an urban myth.” (notes by Puzzle’s travel companion)
Timu is hidden in a corner in Cuzco, Peru. Despite his Irish beginnings he feels he has found his spiritual self in Peru.
Getting ready to chose a home we’re walking today to Mariana church (Igreja Nossa Senhora da Gloria), Brazil one of the oldest left behind by the “Conquistadores” full of gold and just across a gold mine.
Is Danny wanting a conversion or is he just seduced by the Gold!
Sometimes you find your home is not where you were born. Ms T Bag finally feels ” at home” in Mexico with fellow strange persons. She is reminded of Teresa Aburto Uribe’s Poem This that you see. (See Friends on Home page)
T.Rottb, with the silent be has arrived at Upper Joffre Lake, Mount Currie is in background, BC Canada. She is at peace with the world.
Two friends finally found each other. One had to travel all the way from Australia to Helsinki. Together at last!
Pepper near the Kafka Museum Prague hmmmm!
Salt in the book cafe in Budapest. Ready to sing.
Hearty in Kyoto Japan she was blissfully happy though you might mistake this for loneliness. She thought of the poem by William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud……
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Sharpie has nested under the protection of Thomas and Jane Holloway, London University. They got here in 1879 to get ladies educated. For a fellow who left school at 14, he feels pretty smart. Readin’ “Invictus” by a bloke called William Ernest Henley. Sharpie calls him “Serious Bill”
Rhino is having a spiritual crisis. Does he go to the 12th Century church, San Cataldo which was once a mosque or La Martorana? He concludes perhaps “God” will greet him in either one.
Big Mouth has found his home in Oaxaca Mt Albans, Mexico. He is having a fine chat to himself.
Big Mouth thought he was going to Russia so his poem was in Russian by Igor Khodlin
If you are lonely
If you have no one
To talk to-
Why not
Visit
And try to talk
to yourself?
Then he realised there is some languages that are simply universal.
I felt rather brave one day at the festival and left Viva (was that her name?) at the front entrance of the festival – which was the Maison de la Culture. I felt sneaky and revolutionary leaving her there – in the flower bed with cigarettes – very french 🙂 Here are the photos I took. I came back the next day and she and the poem where gone – hopefully she is on a new adventure.
Fils feels strangely at home though he has never been here before. Some places are in our blood.
Armis in the Cotswells, UK.
Hope is buried sometimes where you least expect it.
Blue Eyes waits at the World War 2 bunkers on Cape Ferrett, France. She waits for the dawn of a new day and hopes her pain will pass.
Meanwhile as Fine strives to the heavens Desire has gone to Hawaii and like Dante is going through Hell. Are they both heading to the same place?
Fine on top of the world on a hill 4000m above Jumla, at 2600m in Nepal
John in Central park new York, upper east side buildings in background
Emut a Chamonix en hiver.
Gemma at the Boudhanath Stupa, World Heritage Site, protected by UNESCO. Gemma feels safe at last.
Gemma at the Boudhanath Stupa World
“How” visits the Sistine Chapel
“How” visiting the Pope in Rome
Le frère on Easter Island
“Why” in Kassel, Germany during Documenta
Kassel, Germany during Documenta
Playa los Marineros, Chile ….. “near where we grew up”
Coast Walk out of Padstow, Cornwall coast
Tate Modern London
Venice Park in jewish Quarters
Ed e subite sera
Everyone stands alone at the heart
of the earth
transfixed by a ray of sunlight
and suddenly it is evening
Vie at Lake Michegan USA
Seul in Taormina, Sicily
Moscow Russia
Moscow, Russia
for Edmund Iodkovsky
by Igor Khorkhodin
If you are lonely
If you have no one
To talk to-
Whay not
Visit
And try to talk
to yourself?
Green Pants is in Whistler Canada. He is standing near the Welcome Figure which represents the Squamish and the Lil’wat nation.
Green pants was feeling lonely for his twin and then he red his poem, looked around him and realised he was surrounded by like minded people. And though alone not lonely.
At the Opera in Finland
Poem by Eeva Kilpi
Tell me immediately if I’m disturbing you
After you, I look at myself
Love
Already halfway through the dishes
Love is a rest
Your scent on me
Without a dog
We should way to one another
When sorrow fades
Going to sleep, I think
Italy
Je t’aime in Venice
Poem by Nazim Hikmet
Living is no laughing matter
you must live with great seriousness
like a squirrel, for example
I mean without looking for something beyond and above living,
I mean living must be your whole occupation
Sometimes when travelling it is wonderful to get to your room and look out the window to a totally different view. Vie feels safe in Salzburg to recite un petit poem by Guillevic.
Le temp qui peut changer
Le nuage en nuage
Et le roc en rocaille,
Qui fait aussi languir
Un oiseau dans les sables
Et réduit au silence
De l’eau pure tombee
Dans l’oubli des crevasses,
Le temp existe,
A mi-chemin.
Where are we? Torres del Paine, Chile?
Ditsy finds peace with fellow Artisans in a region classifed as Antarctic. Safe and far away from her beginnings.
Bluey, Mouse’s twin arrived in Chile to be whisked away by a handsome friend of her travelling consort. Life can take you to unknown places and Bluey will keep grieving for his dead twin and also keep living for Mouse and the mystery of life.
Graffitti Granny 
Goodness! Your little children have travelled so far and wide. A Graffiti Granny diaspora!