If you take a look around you, when you have the time, what do you see? I see my favorite possessions, pictures of loved ones smiling back at me from within the confines of pretty frames. These images are frozen in time, and yet they give constant comfort, and remind me of unconditional love. Other items which take up weight and space in my living environment are, my one hundred year old jelly cupboard from Harmony, Pennsylvania, a hand thrown pottery collection, an antique table with marks and scars from other generations of use, my desk and computer, that keep me involved in the precious lives that are thousands of miles from my embrace, but available via the internet and my trusty Logitech camera.

Other trappings from a life that is lived, surround me. Objects, stuff and dust catchers that have given me pleasurable moments or comfort from an aesthetic and visual perspective; and yet, often, I feel like a hollow being, as T. S. Elliot would say.

Where and What is Mecca?

Working hard to pay for these things has taken its toll, and Iandlsquo;ve come to realize that itandrsquo;s time to look inward and not outward for peace, contentment and happiness. My friends and even my fellow worker-bees think about and often discuss their attempts to find Mecca, or their individual ideas of what is utopia. We all describe it as being made up of positive feelings, rather then being a destination of bricks and mortar purport, a condition or mental state wherein fun, joy, laughter, love, lasting relationships, and yes that ever-evasive tranquility of the soul, resides.

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