Uncategorized

Cleaning and reorganizing have never been favorite activities for me. But, now, as I get rid of the excess and the junk, I am finding little treasures. Things that I had forgotten about. A large coin from the Philippines worth ten piso, which, apparently, is the equivalent of twenty cents U.S. A two-dollar coin from

Another day in a shut down world. I am working on cleaning and reorganizing, at making sense out of chaos. Sometimes, buried beneath the junk, I find little treasures. Random coins that I put into a tin. Notes and memos, long forgotten. Writing utensils, some functional and others not. A photograph of me from long

Eventually, one begins to adjust to the circumstances, no matter how bizarre they may be. Being alone all of the time has been draining, but I’m getting used to it. I listen to Patrick Stewart read Shakespearean sonnets on Facebook and/or Twitter. I can listen to Emma’s Revolution’s online concerts and sing along with them,

The world as I know it is no more, at least for now. It is shifting and changing. Fewer cars on the road but more people out jogging and riding their bicycles. No places to gather, but people on line sharing music, poetry, and stories. Churches holding services on line. People waiting, hoping, wondering. It

Today, I had a hairdresser appointment. One that I didn’t keep nor did I call to reschedule. Because no one is there. It’s impossible to practice social distancing when you’re cutting someone’s hair. Unless you’ve got a six foot long pair of scissors. That sounds rather hazardous, in my opinion. I wonder how long my

Where you find hope, grab it. In these days of uncertainty and lockdown, it seems as if hope flits and flees every time you think that you’ve caught it. When you catch it, if you can, put it in a jar and feed it, and it will grow. For me, telling this travel tale is

To imbibe means to drink, to absorb, or to assimilate. Today, I reflect on absorbing and assimilating hope, joy, and life. Today is Easter in the Western church, which follows the Gregorian calendar. In the Eastern Orthodox church, Great and Holy Pascha (Easter) will be celebrated a week from today, on April 19th. This morning,

Today, I pick up my imaginary round-the-world journey that I started yesterday with a visit to Gorakhpur, which is the closest point in India to Bhutan. As usual, there is no connection between the photographs and the story! My experiences on this adventure have already been much different than I expected. When I embarked upon

the pictures were takenin places other thanthe ones describedin this story. It has been three weeks since social distancing went into effect. It feels like forever. A lifetime compressed into a few short weeks. For those of us who are extroverts, this is just really hard, especially if you don’t have companions in your living

It seems as if I’ve been here almost forever, in this kind of hermit’s life. In reality, it hasn’t even been a month. This is a real test of my character, I guess. I used to imagine what life would be like if I were a hermit or the solo operator of a lighthouse, somewhere