After a week in Portland, I came home to find that my body had landed, but my mind was still somewhere over Denver. This is about the quiet art of returning — and how grounding helps us gather ourselves back together.
Category: Travel
Paris In Black And White
This is me auditioning outfits yesterday. Tops, bottoms, shoes. The rule is every item of clothing has to go with every other item of clothing. That’s how you pack minimally. That’s how you pack light. That’s how you pack in a carry-on for ten days in Paris. Hahahaha. No. Freaking. Way. I’m checking a bag. … Continue reading Paris In Black And White
Do you need an Adventure, an Experience, or a Vacation?
I just returned from a short family vacation with G’s family. Not all of them, just eight of us in a big house on a lake in Virginia. The house had kayaks, but we brought a SUP and some blow-up floating things. G rented a pontoon boat so she could whip the kids around the … Continue reading Do you need an Adventure, an Experience, or a Vacation?
Rehoboth. Recalibrating.
We talk a lot, and read a lot. We're both meditating again. G rides a bike every morning. I write. In the evening we get dressed up and go out to dinner.
In The Nap Room At The Airport
I am in the Detroit airport waiting for my flight to Paris. It’s a 10 hour layover so G booked me 4 hours in a nap room. They’re called “Minute Suites.” It’s basically a closet with a desk, a banquette to sleep on and a door that closes so you can get a break from … Continue reading In The Nap Room At The Airport
A Parallel Reality Experience At The Airport
G helped a woman on our flight hoist her luggage into the overhead bin. Then, on the way out, that same woman trippped and fell flat on her face on the jetway at the cabin door. The man ahead of us rushed to her aid. Someone I know casually from Mansfield was on our flight. … Continue reading A Parallel Reality Experience At The Airport
Airline Boarding Gates: Where Manners Go To Die
There was a father and daughter yelling at each other at my gate in Detroit. They were screaming, yelling, and airing deeply personal family grievances in front of six rows of weary passengers waiting to board a flight to Portland. It made me feel anxious because I had no idea if this was going to … Continue reading Airline Boarding Gates: Where Manners Go To Die
From Palm Trees to Pine Trees
Now I am a serious blogger. I know this because I am posting from Gate D2 at the Charlotte Airport (CLT). I am feeling all bloggerly as I sit cheek by jowl with a whole buncha other people waiting for the (delayed) flight to Philly. Left Florida this morning. I liked a lot of what … Continue reading From Palm Trees to Pine Trees
Ireland Rocks
And the people of Ireland still have this smell of old on them. Even the millennials with their cigarettes and tight hipster clothes.
Transitions are hard
A new student came to yoga tonight. Just moved here from Tucson. Desert to jungle. She was really nice, but seemed to be a bit untethered. The way I feel today. Neither here nor there. Piles of laundry litter the top of the stairway, waiting to be sorted and dragged to the basement for the … Continue reading Transitions are hard
Inspiration Location 