Li Sam :: Back To Town and Reality

Friday February 13^th 2009: Back in town, so what did happen? This is my last day here on this island... By the way if you haven’t figured it out yet, the island is Guernsey and the town’s name is St. Peter Port. It’s one of those small English channel islands between England and France. Anyway, for me and Marianne this island once again has shown us what a wonderful place it is.

I have been here for almost four full weeks now and a lot of things have happened. One was setting up this blog and of course, I just can’t do anything the standard way, but again I’m not standard. Being out on the cliff path taking pictures have been a new sort of adventure for me. When I started I really hadn’t any idea what to write about, I just had this idea of setting up a blog to see how that worked. Well, I managed that technical part rather quick a couple of days or so, but the most fascinating other part was the content.

If someone who has read these first entries up till now would say that I have been out of track and away from reality on a number of occasions, I just have to agree. I like to stretch borders and I like to invent new ways to tell a story or conveying a message. I sometimes also like to adapt a sort of fairytale style in my way of writing which you may have noticed here. I don’t know if I’m romantic, old fashion or something, but I like the tone and there are so many things I can add about real life and in secret stuff away here and there to sort of give another or several more dimensions to a story. My first story in English “The Flower” is a good example of that.

My intentions are to keep this blog alive even though my cliff walk now has come to an end. I did go out today and I guess the weather was as melancholy as I was. It didn’t rain, no sun, neither warm nor cold… it simply was a melancholy day. Doing what I have done, just grab the moment out there on the path and make up some story or what ever to write about, has been an adventure in itself and there are so many memories coming back at me after this trip. In fact, walking the path this last time was like every hundred step I took, there was something I could relate too in one way or the other. So it feels like I’m leaving a friend, but I most certainly will come back some other day.

To roundup this four week excursion in a proper way and in the spirit of ancient wisdom, I would like to share a poem with you that I wrote about a year ago. The poem is called “Where Horizons Meet” and it very much has a story of its own to tell, but that story I will leave till another time.

I hope you have enjoyed following me and taking part in this trip, and I hope we meet again when I’m back in Stockholm. What could possibly happen there? Me? I have no idea…

Best wishes,

Li Sam

Where Horizons Meet

Beyond horizons is where night turns into dawn.

There we dream of a future, it’s there we are born.

Our past may haunt us, making us afraid of the dark.

In our fantasy the light is, it’s there we can find a spark.

The child will guide us to where we need to go.

Deep within we can feel it; we don’t have to know.

Where horizons meet is where past and future merge.

It’s there beyond, within us, where life and love emerge.

Looking back you see the future as from the other side;