ports of entry
I started writing this (and have been updating it) at a boarding gate awaiting travel to Sin City to attend a gala this weekend. For someone in active pursuit of an ordinary sanctified life, what I'm about to do is go to the belly of the beast. Belly of the beast. I just saw that from someone's email message and I thought that it was the perfect expression to describe my excitement and feelings of uncertainty. I'm mostly excited to see folks at the event and be all dressed up in traditional wear, but it is a place of immense temptation. The last time I was there was when I was a teen and I only ever remember the buffets. Hah! This trip is going to be a whirlwind and I'm sure it will be filled with great memories. I will find time to take a photo of certain places like the fake Eiffel Tower and the Sphere. Or I'll just let things flow and experience whatever I experience based on the set itinerary. Bonne chance to moi. Cheers ❤️.
Here's Emily Dickinson's "Forever is composed of nows" : https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/52202/forever-is-composed-of-nows-690
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