Tag: #peace

Chapter 5 The Pilgrimage: A Rose Blooms

The pink English roses Auntie Mary planted 40 years ago bloomed my last day in England. Seems fitting.  Because the entire week I’ve been in northwest England those gloved bud cocoons were waiting for just the right moment to be noticed. *  *  *  They tell me,… Continue Reading “Chapter 5 The Pilgrimage: A Rose Blooms”

Chapter 4 The Pilgrimage: A Gravesite Chat

A letter to my brother, You were here with me today, sitting at the foot of our family’s grave, our British kin dating back to the mid-1800s, maybe longer.  I probably don’t need to say it because you were here with me, but remember… Continue Reading “Chapter 4 The Pilgrimage: A Gravesite Chat”

Oh, the Places You’ll Go

“Every time my surroundings change, I feel enormous sadness. It’s not greater when I leave a place tied to memories, grief or happiness. It’s the change itself that unsettles me, just as liquid in a jar turns cloudy when you shake it.”    ~ Italo Svevo… Continue Reading “Oh, the Places You’ll Go”

The Three Bears

For those who have never lived on their own, might be afraid, anxious about silence, worried about fixing things, the idea of cooking for one, being responsible for paying one’s bills—-don’t be. You can do it. You can handle it. I know because not… Continue Reading “The Three Bears”

Trust The Women

For all the years I’ve been visiting my daughter, I rarely explore The City solo. That’s the best way to learn, when you have to figure it out by yourself. Like learning a language, when all roads lead back to you, you eventually get hip. Or… Continue Reading “Trust The Women”

Nothing is an Accident

I’ve been traveling since August 8, returning to the South Bay briefly to attend my friend’s funeral. I won’t be back to my home turf until October 18 where I’ll visit, errand, and reconnect with family and friends before leaving on my Fall Sojourn… Continue Reading “Nothing is an Accident”

But today, it is.

Moss hangs from a sea of aged oak trees, dancing in the wind outside my friends’ forest-shrouded home in Atascadero, California. I’m residing here for a weekish, babysitting their two precious mini dachshunds as their mum and dad vacation in Kauai. Their original dog… Continue Reading “But today, it is.”

This Life of Mine

The Last Breakfast. The Last Sunset. The Last Frog-choral Midnight Concert. The Last Dinner with Friends. The Last Patch of Starry Quietude before heading south toward family and the past.  “You could have stayed there forever, a small child in a corner, on the… Continue Reading “This Life of Mine”

Eclipse

What links all these magnificent environments I’ve been blessed to visit? The common thread?  Birds. Their song, while vocally unique to their breed, are joyous, unsolicited and a call to all to stop what we’re doing and listen. If you do, for more than… Continue Reading “Eclipse”

Lucky Enough

The sun warms my shoulders as the ocean re-charges my gaze as the gregarious Snow White singing birds kerchief my ears as teeming black tea stimulates my soft-focus high school yearbook portrait ala 1970s brain.  Adjust the lens and it becomes clear, sharp, bursting… Continue Reading “Lucky Enough”