I have finished my Camino journey, and am now in an airport hotel in Paris, enroute home, but my heart is somewhere back in Spain. My eyes are still taking in that first crisp morning, when dawn was breaking over the hills of Galicia. There was fog, and fresh dew, and the occasional call of …
I had an amazing experience last week. I was packing my vehicle, for the return leg of my solo road trip from Canada to Arizona, where I had been visiting my Aunt. “You must see the Grand Canyon on your way home,” she said. “It’s only a few hours north from here.” North. I was …
Here it is, already Christmas Eve. I’ve already left behind beautiful Florence, where I filled my broken heart with gold: iconic art, like Botticelli’s Birth of Venus, and Michelangelo’s sculpture of David. I admired the Field of Miracles in Pisa, and walked the timeless cobbled streets of Lucca. I spent time in a medieval castle, …
This morning on the beach I noticed an unusual piece of junk. The sea had given back this rusted, antique Remington typewriter. Oh, the curiosities that came to mind! Maybe a writer had tossed it overboard in a moment of frustration. Maybe a storm swept it in from a foreign land. Maybe it was Hemingway’s. …
Dear Jim, How did it come to be a year since you left this earth? Somehow I have moved forward through these days and weeks, building my own new life, one hour at a time. Moving towards a life re-imagined, that I can’t quite envision yet. Maybe you can see it. Maybe you see me …
First day of spring…this was Jim’s favourite day of the year. I can’t believe he’s not here to see the plum tree blossoming. I won’t see him outside with his scope, watching for migrating birds. He won’t be sitting on the deck in his old green chair, a pair of binoculars in his lap, bright …
I have so much beautiful music I haven’t listened to since Jim died. I know it will stir up memories from the deep center of my heart, where all the pain surrounds. But I want to reclaim this music, so it can continue to wrap around my new life. Camino by Oliver Schroer was our …
