Travel

One of the strangest things has happened during this project. The more I have come to love certain fragrances . . . . . . the easier it has become to let others go. That sounds backwards. Shouldn’t evolving from a Collector into a Librarian make me mor …

Whew! Smoke barges inSome become the evening airBoth can still belong. There are ideas that arrive all at once. And then there are ideas that quietly begin following you around. This one has been doing that. For weeks now, I’ve been trying to put a wor …

The road wandered onUntil harbor, garden, swordBecame one journey This trip was supposed to be several separate things. A promise. A city. A garden. A seminar. A ferry ride. A hotel on a lake. A flight home. Instead, somewhere along the way, they all b …

Relax, then proceed.The mountain gaze sees all things.Nene has new clothes. Four hours before practice on Friday evening, I found myself sitting in the lounge at the Inn on Long Lake in exactly the mental state that seems to precede every seminar. Not …

The map and the townActually now agreeAs I drive away By Thursday morning, something unexpected had happened. The map and the town had finally agreed. This may not sound remarkable. But after several days of wandering Vancouver—sometimes intentionally, …

Dove grey harbor dayBlogging then some wanderingFind the Steam Clock! Now! Yes, I realize that in the previous two posts, I appear to have jumped directly from Five Sails to Botanist. Why? Because the intervening day stubbornly refused to become a cohe …

Crows watched overheadA promise found its harborAn extra place set I arrived at Botanist about fifteen minutes early. (Okay, okay, after the rest of the day, I was expecting to get to the venue, a block away, via Singapore.) The hostess offered me a ch …

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 …

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 forgott …

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 pr …