Twitter, democracy

When it comes to social media, I never liked Twitter much. I’ve been an avid user of Facebook for years, but never “clicked” with Twitter. I didn’t like being limited to 140 characters, for one.  But over the years, I’ve noticed:  it’s great for democracy, freedom, and getting real information right away. When I want to know what’s happening in Syria, Iran, other places where voices of individuals are quelled, I can hear. People in otherwise oppressed places can share their cries and speak where they’re otherwise silenced.

And, for this, I ❤️ Twitter. #oppression #setfree

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Oh, sacred smell

When I was in Germany last year, I found myself thinking over and over, “I wish I could capture this smell” — instead of a snapshot, a bottle I could stuff it down into and take back home with me.  Whether deep down in the forest, in a smelly subway — or at my grandparents’ house.  The power of smell — it must be that subconscious nature of it, that you ingest into your soul, without even realizing.  Smell has a way of transporting us back, even turning us into a different person, that we no longer are now.  It can remind us of who we were, of who we are.

My grandparents’ house was still intact as it always was — all the decorations, dishes, photos, bedspreads — all that made it home — that sacred place, untouched, unbroken, complete.  I relished every moment I had there and remembered all the special times spent — really lived — there — from the neighbors across the street, to the balcony and the drying laundry, to the china, to all of those childhood — and later — times.

I gathered many important items, although not enough, packed them in bags and brought them back.  When I arrived home and opened them, I realized that I HAD brought the smell back with me, that sacred smell.  It sounds crazy, but I’ve kept the bag packed and, sometimes, open and take a big breath.

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