“…even as I poo-pooed the idea of mourning the loss of physical connection to a place I had visited, the melancholy permeated my days. So, what to do to ensure a return?
The road that wound through a narrow gap between two mountains clung to a steep heather covered rise on one … Continue reading Graignagower
I am not a flagrant rule breaker. Nor am I particularly spontaneous. But there is something about being on vacation that brings out the daring, something that paid off in leaps and bounds on our trip to Ireland. Continue reading Don’t Turn Down the Boatman
We don’t travel like other people.
We learned that the hard way the last time we were in Ireland, traveling with friends who were not amused by our gleeful appreciation of tiny roads with hairpin turns. Continue reading Never Take the Same Road Twice – Travels in the Burren
We leaned into these questions. We sought the edge of our contentedness, wanted to know who we were away from who we were. We wanted to see each other under new skies, in someone else’s rain, covered in the the muck of excitement, challenge and exhaustion. Continue reading And So It Begins….
I was so used to an attitude of scarcity that I couldn’t see the rich choices I had. India was what was available so I said yes, thinking it was my only option. I hadn’t even considered what else I could do. Or, what I really wanted to do. Continue reading F@#k Yeah!
Writing is a twisting trail through rough terrain, and I try to be open to the unexpected places the journey can take me. Truth revealed in words is often discovered in tucked away corners, a shifty thing that doesn’t unveil itself easily.” Continue reading Listening for Words