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 …
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, …
It’s been 165 days since I last shared a post. The whole of summer has gone by, and almost all of spring before it. The garden emerged, thrived, settled and is now resting. There was a lot of change at work, which required my focused attention. Still, the pup and I took many walks on …
Iowa is where my childhood memories begin. So even though I wasn’t born in Iowa, the paradox is that I was. When I was five years old in Iowa, my world was my family and one block around. It was here I found my first best friend, and learned how to be one. I learned …
