Last night I asked my children, “What can I do?” And my son responded, ‘do what you are passionate about.’ And I said ‘travel’. Which made me think, when one travels they cross borders. I want you all to cross borders. Do not worry about those crossing into your borders, but let me help you cross a border. From a city line, state, country or continent; cross over and say hello. As you all know I am a talker, and when I travel by myself I talk to strangers for a while, for then they become my friends.
Crossing borders helps make us more aware of others. How they live, what they eat, what they believe and what they do. Sometimes we do not even need to cross a border to experience differences. Within your community there are often a variety of life styles. I know Cambridge does.
We can all help each other by crossing over. I like going to rural Italy as I can easily imagine life from a variety of centuries. Italians rarely tear anything down. They just build over, around or next too. The ancient world is most visible; along with all the different cultures that have invaded the land. It is a reminder we are a mixture of our past.
Last year I went on a road trip to Delaware. It was interesting as I passed the state borders how different each state was and yet of course… the same. I heard different accents and saw many different faces. I met with those who believe very differently than I do, yet we enjoy a most pleasant dinner together. Crossing borders is good.
Where would you like to cross to? How may I assist?