Monthly Archives: May 2013

Natural History Museum of London

In London, sitting outside at a small cafe next to the Natural History Museum watching children run after pigeons and adults gripping cardboard coffee cups, discussing evolution and government.  Dark threatening clouds blot out the sun only to be replaced with clear skies, taking turns in altering human behavior.  Jackets on …. Jackets off.

Pigeons surround my feet, begging for a reprieve from kicking children.

Though the museum artifacts offered me no new surprises the building is an architectual wonder.  The craftsmanship is stunning and as I watched people I was even more surprised. Men and women stood with cameras distorting their face.  Picture, turn to the left, another picture.  Snap … Snap … Snap … move along.  Not one person took the time to touch the walls, feel the outline of the carved flowers.  Not one person stood sill, with cameras at their side and just stood in the grandeur of the building.  Not one parent ask their child(ren) to just enjoy a moment of stillness and quiet at the magnificence of where they stood.  Lofty expectations for adults who did not have time to slow down.

As my mood becomes somber so the clouds blot out the sun.

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Thoughts on the countryside of London …

The train ride to Stratford-Upon-Avon was fucking incredible!  The countryside here is so green and beautiful.  I saw plenty of horses and lambs grazing the lush green grass as we whizzed by on our journey.

The trainstops, once out of London (only about 20 minutes by train) had rabbits hopping around the stations. As the trains would approach they would scamper to their makeshift homes and peak their little heads out, waiting to gather in the common areas once the trains had chugged by.

Little towns would peak out between the vegetation growing by the tracks and couldn’t help but wonder what the country could have offered me during this trip. My starved imagination felt as if were sitting to a feast as we passed thatched roofs and small country homes.  I saw, in my minds eye, a happy family gathering after a hard days work or long days in small school buildings, around a dinner table.  Each family member would take turns telling about their best and worst parts of the day.  They would laugh and talk about everything and nothing.  Perhaps the children, now changed out of their starched school uniforms, could comfortably be free from the cumbersome restrictions of education.  Or perhaps the parents, now relaxed and their minds free to explore their own thoughts, could warmly listen to their children and quietly hold hands under the table.

Then it dawned on me … this family doesn’t live in the countryside of a small England town, they live in America.  This is my family and I am 5000 miles away from.  I tuck myself into my bed and reach out to them but they feel so far away.  I have to again feed my imagination with the thoughts of what their days must have looked like and take comfort in the routines we have created, otherwise I’m sure I’d go mad.

I love and miss you every second I’m away from you!!

Marcy

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