The Periwinkle Door

I needed just three states to complete my eastern seaboard map: New Hampshire, Vermont and Maine. Only Vermont remains. Last week I accompanied a friend to New Hampshire to visit some of her family. I volunteered to go, as is my way. Sometimes I get a yes, sometimes a thanks but no thanks. My feelings … More The Periwinkle Door

Reclamation

Faraway Friday: Rishikesh, India India is always on my mind. I cannot articulate what about this mesmerizing and frustrating country has me so captivated. The people? Absolutely. The colors? For sure. The history, spirituality, devotion, customs, mystery? All of it. But when someone asks me why I love India I can never convey with words … More Reclamation

Resident Tourist

Throw Back Thursday Travel: Washington DC Full disclosure: I was born in Washington DC and raised inside its beltway, first in Maryland and then in Virginia. I left at 19 to go one state south to university, came back for a while, then left again for good at 27. So this is really more about time travel … More Resident Tourist

Sanctum

Growing up a vanilla Methodist, the word sanctuary simply meant that place in church where the minister would drone on and on forever. It’s where I sang in the choir – a mostly social event for me – took communion, and sat on hard benches waiting for the day when I could make my own … More Sanctum

Shaping My Days

So I came up with this idea to keep myself engaged in my wanderings and stories and photography. It’s not original, but it seems to be working for me. At least on Facebook. But I want more. More words, more stories, better stories, so I’m expanding to THE BLOG (I wish there was an echo … More Shaping My Days

Church Rock

Sacred Sunday: On a tall, giant rock in the middle of Lake Bled in Slovenia, sits a church. There are nearly 100 steps from the water to the first landing of this church. Inside, its history is meticulously maintained. Original art fading in places, statues of saints that have been excavated on the property lean … More Church Rock

Travel Bug

I was bitten, I suspect, by the wanderlust bug as a child playing in the backyard in my bare feet in early spring. While my physical body was bound by fences and threats from my mother not to leave the yard, my nimble imagination was free to explore every corner of this piece of earth. … More Travel Bug