Harbor sunset glowsA promise waits patientlyPast the turning years More than a decade ago, H and I spent our 10th anniversary in Vancouver. Like many couples celebrating an anniversary on a bit of a budget, we spent a certain amount of time looking at things we couldn’t quite justify. The Pan Pacific Club Floor. A […]
Author: Sandy
Arrival
Evening mountain glowA sword and one lonely shoeOh, Canada, eh? After several weeks of planning, packing, re-packing, contingency planning, worrying about sword cases, worrying about airports, worrying about trains, worrying about whether I had forgotten something important, and generally behaving exactly like someone about to leave for a week-long trip with a samurai sword, I […]
The Packing Tornado
There was a period of approximately twenty years during which my husband Herbert and I prepared for every trip in exactly the same way. Herbert packed. I did not. This is not entirely accurate. I eventually packed. But first there was a process. The process generally began the evening before departure. At 4:17 p.m., Herbert […]
Map Folded Again
Gentle traveler seventy years beside her map folded again Dr. James E. Shepard, M.D., F.A.C.P., beloved husband, father, grandfather, physician, traveler, and lifelong student of the world, passed away peacefully at the age of 92. Born with a sharp intellect, deep curiosity, and gentle humor that stayed with him throughout his life, Jim devoted himself […]
Travel Angels
Lost! Panic begins . . .That shortness of breath, then dread . . .Kindness appearing My father used to call them “Travel Angels.” Not guardian angels in the theological sense. More like: unexpected humans who appear precisely when travel has started unraveling around you. He encountered them often. Partly because he traveled frequently. But also, […]
Thermonuclear Corgis (in Sweaters)
Cold station platform thermonuclear corgis snuggle in my gloves I have been slowly purchasing items for both my Fall and Winter Japan trips on Amazon. After reading reviews, I intended to buy “a few” Korean warming pads to test for Winter Japan. What arrived instead was a surprisingly dense box containing thirty thermonuclear lava corgis. […]
Living Continuity — the Volcano, the Barge, the Sword, the Tea, the Candles
There is a thread I keep discovering in my life that I did not consciously plan. Not travel.Not tourism.Not “bucket list” behavior. Something quieter. Participation. Or maybe more precisely: A desire to briefly enter living traditions. Not to master them. Simply to touch them honestly for a little while. That realization arrived sideways, the way […]
Japan Objects
I think the objects knew before I ever did where we all would go After I wrote the Ariats post, several people messaged me some version of: “Only you could turn boot shopping into an existential archaeology project.” This is fair. But I have been realizing something lately. Something adjacent to the boots, but perhaps […]
Past, In Boots
I have not yet been to Japan even once. Yes, I know this seems improbable, given my Japanese history and language immersion during college, karate years, Japanese Buddhist husband, and current obsession with Iaido. True, though. And so, naturally, I am already planning my “return” trip. This is how my mind works. I have one […]
A Summary: What Africa Gave Me
This is shaping up to be the travel day to end all travel days. The morning began with a few-hour drive from the Cheetah Conservation Fund to the airport in Windhoek. Thankfully only a small portion of the route qualified as what Abraham liked to call a “Namibian massage” — those corrugated dirt roads that […]