London, England It’s been almost two months since I’ve returned from India. For three full days before India I was in London. I had nearly forgotten. I loved it. It was chilly and one day quite rainy, but the energy was electric, in a perfectly appropriate British way, and they had a Starbucks right around … More Shiny things
Oviedo, FL Look who came to visit me today. I opened the screen door to let the dogs out and she flew right in front of me and landed in my bay tree. I asked her to wait, please, please, please, while I grabbed my camera. She did. I snapped off three shots, looked down … More Sign of Summer
Oviedo, FL I don’t have to wander far to find interesting critters to chat with. This prehistoric fellow is one of hundreds in my tiny backyard. With each step I take they scatter from beneath my feet in some sort of reverse Godzilla world. My dachshund, in particular likes to chase them up waterspouts, waiting … More One in a Bajillion
I went to Christmas on Easter for Sunrise Service. I arrived at 7, just as the park was opening. There was no one there to greet me or hand me a bulletin. There were no pews, no organ, no minister. But there was a hawk sitting atop a telephone pole watching as I parked, a … More Christmas on Easter
Today I met an alligator. A new one. A little over a week ago I had met a few others; a pile of babies, some smallish – maybe teenagers – at a safe distance and one a little larger and closer than I was comfortable with. I quickly took his picture then pretended to be … More Gator Wisdom
There is something about wandering. It can be done anytime anywhere, in nature, in a mall, through a city, even in your own backyard. It’s mostly free and all you really need are feet and a sense of curiosity. I grew up in a very sensual environment just outside Washington DC. My father was a … More Park It
Day 18 or maybe still 17, could be 19 Over nine hours from New Delhi to London. Half of it spent half sleeping. The other half spent rubbing elbows and thighs with my neighbors; a Sikh with a giant maroon turban and mustache to match on one side and a chubby non-specifically-identified-religion Indian man to … More Time is an Illusion
Day 17 – the end of the end – almost After our rooftop lunch we gather our bags and meet in the lobby. We are leaving behind three more. Fred, Shanthi and MB. Like Rishikesh, it’s sad, but we’re rushed so there’s no time for weepy good-byes. Back on our bus we head to the … More Always Be Prepared
Day 17 – letting go After the Taj Mahal we meet back at our hotel for a farewell rooftop lunch. We can see the minarets from here. Lunch is delicious and rather than spend the time in sadness for our last day together, we are happily distracted by signing cards to all the amazing guides … More Mid-day Musings
Day 17 – Last day on Indian soil. I can take or leave the Taj Mahal. It’s so cliche. One of the first questions I’m asked when I return from India, “Did you go to the Taj Mahal?” This is India to most people. I get it. And a little piece of me resents it. … More Mighty Mahal
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