I truly did not try very hard to Parlay Voo Frawn-Sayz while I was in Maroc, but there is a word I remember from my days doing theater that works perfectly to end this blog:
“Dénouement”, English definition:
The final resolution or clarification of a dramatic or narrative plot.
The events following the climax of a drama or novel in which such a resolution or clarification takes place.
The outcome of a sequence of events; the end result.
[French dénouement, from Old French desnouement, an untying, from desnouer, to undo : des-, de- + nouer, to tie (from Latin nōdāre , from nōdus, knot).]
So, as we sally forth into “real life” there are always things that get left behind.
Eg: Innocence
Naïveté
Pieces of great aspirations and grand dreams
And the idea that we are immortal
My girlfriend Wendy Sue said, “Hey, welcome home and thanks for, you know, freeing Egypt!” She’s hilarious.
There is a lot to be said for witnessing history, and retrospect is great for turning a remembrance of abject fear into a prettier emotion, but here is what is real and true:
I cannot pretend any more.
Myth: I thought by wearing a wedding band and having a “faux fiancée” that I would be immune to the perils of being a piece of meat in a Muslim world. Wrong, it’s nothing more complicated than white meat or dark meat on the menu and men get to choose. If they are willing to pay.
Myth: Being truthful and honest with others gets the same respect returned to you. Wrong, reciprocation is to be praised, but not expected.
Truth: Life is precious and you damn well better be enjoying it.
Truth: If it hurts, you’re doin’ it wrong.
I wish only the best to my friends Anthony and Bob with their marriage plans with their beautiful Moroccan women. Hope is eternal.
“If it is to be,
It is up to me.”
This is a quote from my BFF, Michelle Gallagher Ricca.
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