Category Archives: journey

>Wandering Re-establishes The Original Harmony

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Summer is wandering time and I have been surrounded by stories of it this week.  I am getting antsy for a road trip of some type!  

  • My traveling daughter, who has traipsed across the west for the last 4 months, came back in town this week and told of some of her adventures off the beaten path. 
  • A good blogging buddy of mine is on her bazillionth trip to Pakistan and is great at posting photos and telling of the feel of the place. 
  • A running buddy just returned from an anniversary trip to Paris and posted photos.  
  • Another daughter went off to the beach in California.  
  • Another running buddy went off to Canada with his wife (and happened upon an annual nude bike ride! That cracked them up, big time)

We are not sure what our summer adventure will be yet, but I will let you know!
What adventures are you hoping to experience?

Drawing and wanderlust by Marty Coleman of The Napkin Dad Daily


Quote by Anatole France, 1844-1924, French writer

>The Second Step

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I want to turn around.  I don’t know if this is the right direction. I might get lost.  I don’t think I am ready.  I am afraid.  I can’t do it alone.  I miss my old life.  I need better shoes. What if I meet someone who knows me.  What if I look like a fool.  How can I be sure.  Why should I bother.  What if nothing comes of it. What if I fail.  


What is your excuse at the second step?

Drawing and commentary by Marty Coleman of The Napkin Dad Daily


Quote by Theo Mestrum, 1956-not dead yet, Dutch guy

>You're Off To Great Places

>Hola Napkin Kin! Today is the last of my week long series on travel.
Would love to hear your ideas for other week long series when you have
the time. email me at marty@martycoleman.com or just post a comment.

I love to take trips when I can, whether it be by path, road, air or water
(road is my favorite). One of the main reasons is that I am a ‘noticer’ (thanks
to Erin for that recent designation of moi). I go somewhere and I notice the
different accents, products, clothes, food, store fronts, air, potholes, patterns
and ways of doing things. It is exciting to see all those new things, to notice
the differences, to experience the newness.

With the noticing comes education. I learn first how provincial I am. I get use
to my world, my town, my way of doing things. By traveling I learn that I am
small and the world is big. I get bigger when I realize that. And yes, I get a bigger
waistline too, from ‘noticing’ all the new food!

With education comes appreciation. I appreciate that the world is open to me.
I appreciate that I have a home and familiar places I can return to. I appreciate
how the world does not revolve around me. I love seeing the people on the street
in a new locale, especially if I draw or photograph them. I think of it as a little
collision of humanity in a large world, a bump and we are back on to our own
trajectory.

With appreciation comes gratitude. I am grateful that I have the means and the
ability to travel. I know it won’t last forever. I know I will someday be at a point when
I won’t travel. I will be gone from the earth. I don’t mind that. But I would mind
not being aware of that and taking advantage of the time I do have to move about.

With gratitude comes love. Love for those who I notice along my path. The waitress,
the hot dog vendor, the random person from Idaho next to me at the fireworks, the
couple on the boat on a romantic weekend. I have a heart of hope for them.
I wish them well. I encourage them. I love them.

The greater love is for those I know and am with on the journey. My wife, daughters,
friends. I see them in a new light. I see new aspects of them, their growth, their
struggles, their eccentricities and intelligence. I have more to love of them that way.

Travel is good. Get up and go.

quote (as if you hadn’t guessed) is by Dr. Seuss.

>Every Parent

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I am one of those parents and I know many others. It isn’t always
a sad thing, not always an argument or drama that has led to the
child being away and uncommunicative. Sometimes it is that child
inventing themselves, and the only way they know how to do it is
on their own. Maybe it isn’t that the parent is too controlling or
overbearing. Maybe it is that the child is too weak, too easily led and
they know it. They are being courageous in stepping away. The child
in them wants to stay with their parents, they want the protection
and love. But they know they won’t find their own strength inside
that home, they must venture out and find it where they will.

It isn’t easy for a parent to watch this. They want to protect, they want
to guide, they want to participate. And they want to be loved. But
to get the true love of an adult child coming back to you after their
prodigal journey might just be worth it because you will have a truly
unique and real person in your life, one you helped create not only
by protecting and raising, but by letting go as well.

I don’t mean to downplay the trauma and hurt and fear that can
accompany a child’s departure. I have had that in my life and it
is hard. But one can have hope if they choose. Maybe a blind hope,
maybe a well reasoned one, but hope nonetheless.

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Many thanks to all who came to my opening last night. And special thanks
to those who bought the 5 pieces. If you are interested in seeing which
ones are still available, go to my website and the ones that are sold will
be obvious.
Absorbent Ideas Exhibition
Don’t delay, buy the one you want!

Don’t forget also that any napkin you see can be printed on a coffee mug.

An even greater thanks to my wonderful family! Linda, who made such yummy
goodies, Chelsea for doing the same and playing guitar and singing, and Caitlin,
who did heavy lifting and table organizing for me.

The Same Boat

 

The Same Boat

In honor of Martin Luther King, Jr. Day and in anticipation of the Inauguration of Barack Obama I offer this truth.

It does NOT matter what boat you or your ancestors came on. It does NOT matter if the boat was named Mayflower and arrived 389 years ago from England or if it was named Diego and arrived 28 years ago from Cuba.

It does NOT matter if they didn’t take a boat, but walked across the land bridge from Siberia over 10,000 years ago.

What matters is the boat you are in NOW. All I know is that I share that boat with you. I want it to be a peaceful, prosperous, creative, purposeful and fun journey. But above all I want it to be filled with love.

Read MLK, Jr’s quotes enough and you see that his guiding principle was, first and foremost, love.

Let’s let that be ours as well.

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