Lessons

I've been learning a lot of lessons lately. Many have come from a delightful and teeny Norwegian girl named Ragnhild, pronounced... ah forget it. I have had the pleasure of hosting Ragnhild at my place for the last little bit. She's a couchsurfing pilgrim who travels around this world only by hitchhiking. She's pictured here with her well-used can of "tear gas", which I guess is the same as pepper spray or mase. She's been to most of the places we see on the news. A couple of her lessons (my translations of them:
-obstacles are constructions
-fear is boring
-it's no use fighting seeds or dreams once they've been planted

There are more. One I discovered on my own recently is this:
-going to the Middle East and growing a beard is kind of like going to Puerto Vallarta and getting your hair braided.
Too true. Yet I still can't bring myself to shave. Not until it's long enough to be a food-catcher. Maybe I'll get my hair braided too!