And this is all to say that I have loved reading Darwish’s poetry. It is my opinion that he may be one of the world’s best poets. Of course, it is not every single poem of his that made a mark on me, but his poetry does what I don’t find very much in other contemporary poetry. His work is a step closer to offering wisdom; whereas, in other work, I find mere creative reporting of things.

But there is no should. I have already arrived. I am here. The best thing now is to accept there are many futures coming to me, and I apply acknowledgement to reframe how I have arrived here, in this rich, beautiful chapter of life in DC, and embrace how I am readying myself for more.

Let me put these back to back for us to look at:
“Tell me how you die and I will tell you who you are”
“Tell me how you lived your dream… and I’ll tell you who you are” What is happening here? In each case, Paz or Darwish is explaining the ability to identify and know someone based on how they either die or live their dream.

Embracing the image of it, I let it conjure up questions and remarks in my mind. How should I understand this thing? What is the relevance of these numbers? Is 2014 a year? When did the artist die? I noted the card on the wall: this piece was named: Untitled (Bolsena). And immediately, I thought: “OH, COM’ON.”

I was at The Embassy Tour this weekend. For those who are not in DC or who don’t know, Passport DC will host an event where all the embassies in DC are open to visitors. It is just one of the many reasons why I adore living in this city.