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.