Enter the Magic
Walking the carved stone and gravel paths through whispering pines and past famous trolls, I remembered what The Universe was showing me. Magic. I’d lost my connection to the magic.
I See You
So here’s me, standing in the crisp air of a Maine fall morning, poking about the sweetest farmer’s market known to man, proud to be standing upright, when a man turned to me. “Hey! It’s you!” he said, smile expanding. “Wow! I’m so glad to see you!” I had never seen this man before in my life.
Well, Not All of Us Went to Europe, Did We?
Let’s put some things on the table right now.
Yes, I spent almost three weeks in Europe.
Yes, this was very unlike me to blaze ahead in the midst of family chaos (aka The Move) and just make selfish choices.
And yes, this trip might very well have saved me.
TURN IT UP, ITALY
The last night of our Lucca trip landed on a Saturday. You can not only hear but feel from the videos how charged with happiness the streets were that night.
Cinque Terre
Cinque Terre is not to be believed. Nothing this precious could possibly exist. I did not see cliff sides terraced with Italian gardens like green risers for angels to perch upon and sing. I could not possibly have heard opera’s melodic wailing bouncing across limestone faces, floating up into a piercing blue sky.
Talk Less, Smile More
“Oh! Do you guys watch that show,” NY child psychiatrist said.
“Watch it? She has it memorized,” I laughed pointing at Jen.
“You’re so cool,” squealed the doctor.
And this was the moment the evening turned from Strangers in a Cooking Class to Generational Social Experiment of Americans in a Foreign Country.
Vibration
Whether we know it or not, we absorb every place we travel (actually every place where we take up space) through the vibration of light and sound. Eighteen years ago I sat in Rome with a very jet lagged baby, past exhausted and ready to lose it, when the sun pushed out behind some rain clouds. If I had a spoon that could scoop light, I would have eaten past full.
Italia: Getting to Lucca
This trip for me is about coming back to me. For the last month, I have been living in a city that I knew before I was a wife or a mother. We both have changed; new areas of growth, scars deposited by life and time. Gluten, dairy, wine, nights that last into the wee hours… all the things that I have avoided to maintain a balance, a composure. Control. It’s time for me to let Italy take the wheel for a while. Time to let go.
The Belly of the Beast
Our life in Southern California was lived in a spectacular bubble. Every day we woke up the sun was shining. Waves peeled along miles of pristine beaches, lined with stately homes positioned to view pods of dolphins and gasp worthy sunsets.
So, You Want to Be Homeless
In about two weeks, the Home and Garden Television Network will be calling to tell me I’ve won their Dream House Sweepstakes and the people of Warren, VT are waiting with open arms.
The Real People of Boise
You know how when you travel somewhere you are constantly sizing up the people, trying to figure out if you could live there? Or at the very least, if you were suddenly struck with a burst appendix, would the locals rush to your side and comfort you or step over you and continue on down the sidewalk?
Eating My Way Through Boise
After 15.5 hours in a car eating nothing but soy crackers and grapes, you can imagine how excited I was to find out Boise is the farm-to-table mecca in the Pacific Northwest. Really sad I didn’t pack elastic waistband pants.
Vancouver Photo Essay
Forest elves, woodland foxes, Nature tribes, branch deer and coffeehouse angels. A magical place.