It isn't odd and rather extraordinary just how adaptable we are, whether it involves our work or play, or even love and companionship. Take holidays, for instance.
|Life’s true originals - like you, Are not at the end of some rainbow, They’re beside you in hushed tones and hues. - Robert Graham Photo by Artem Beliaikin on Unsplash|
The notion was often influenced by friends talking about their experiences.
Sometimes we might have reached for a map of Europe, or scanned Thomas Cook brochures, or perhaps recalled a programme we had seen on the box.
It's different now
These days it's different. About 99% of us rely on the self-same source, the internet.
We know that the search engine will aim us at companies planning to get rich from our holiday desires.
And we really do know that before we begin. I mean, we are only too aware that the temptations aimed our way come with a price (which we'll pay) and perhaps a bit of deception.
Even when many of the promises sound too good to be true and for a very good reason, we click our agreement.
Our odd desire to explore the world via commercialism is certainly not lost on poet Robert Graham who remembers that for wonderful sights to see we don't really have to step further than our gardens, be they big or small.
When life gives us time to look for wonders, the time that holidays allows us, the little gems are all there, just beyond the back door.
I really like his good sense, the good advice, and his magical way with verse. The excellent holiday reminder is tucked into just seven verses in his latest poem, Ordinary extra, over on his website, here ⇒⇒ ⇒⇒ .
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