Saturday, September 14, 2019
Oh Portland, city of my heart, in the state of my heart. Only in you will a random telephone pole on a random city corner have stunning roses twined around its base.
Tuesday, September 10, 2019
Monday, September 9, 2019
A year ago this month, I returned to Oregon for the first time in thirteen years, both so that I could go on a spiritual retreat after a year and a half of hell in my personal life, and also so that I could discover whether my love of Oregon from my teens and early twenties was still alive. I discovered quite quickly it was.
This year's journey only further solidified to me that not only do I love Oregon, but it is, as in all true healthy relationships, a love that is fully reciprocated. As Shveta and I planned our trip, the number of beautiful synchronicities, the details that slid smoothly into place, were inarguable.
Saturday, October 6, 2018
Good morning! It was time for my last day in Portland. My inability to sleep in continued this day, but it meant that I was able to enjoy a cup of tea in the kitchen with my hosts, and accept their son's request to have me walk with him (and mom) to school.
Tuesday, October 2, 2018
Day three of my trip started out with packing up all my belongings back into my suitcases. I was moving to new digs: my friend Bryonie's lovely guest suite in her house. I dropped my stuff off at her house, and was so agape looking around her lovely home, we were almost late returning the rental car to the airport!