Some have a sailing ship named for them, with duly lauded verse Others have a baby relative named in their honor, for better or worse For me they named a hurricane Patricia…and I’m simply blown away (with apologies to Mexico…) Continue reading Namesake
Writing 201, poetry: Pleasure, Sonnet, Apostrophe (not that kind of apostrophe…) Say What, SELF? Talking to Myself is something I do Listing accomplishments, dreams, and regrets. Bragging to Self is always permitted as long as the truth is told. But sometimes I resent what SELF has to say in questioning and doubting and high-handed pouting over things that I never got to do. Travel … Continue reading A Pleasant Chat With Myself …with no regrets
I LOVED flying. I even liked airports, whether the reason was actually going somewhere myself, a trip with a husband, or even just providing transportation for someone else. The atmosphere of the terminal was always exciting, with people walking fast or almost running down the concourse to make a flight. Dragging or pushing carry-on bags and packages, some carrying sleeping children. Y My very first … Continue reading Flying the friendly skies, back in the day
[WRITING 101–DAY FOUR: Something that I had once but lost.] We are back in the days of the sailing ships powered by great billowing canvas panels, dependent on wind power. I am not sure of the year, or even the type of sailing vessel. It may have been a great Clipper Ship, or a fast-treacherous slaver, or a grand warship complete with cannons. Maybe it was … Continue reading Not lost, not forgotten…just on another page.
[The prompt for Day Two — Writing 101. “If you could zoom through space in the speed of light, what place would you go to right now?”] Now that is an easy assignment that took absolutely NO thought. The question did indeed have the “zoom” effect. My place that my inner image brings up is as much a place as it is a time, and a … Continue reading My first glimpse of Paradise zooms back
There is a place that I go to in my mind whenever there is a need for a shut-down. It is called Nohoch Mul, a pyramid built by natives a long time ago on the southern coast of the Yucatan Peninsula, near Cancun, Mexico. It has probably been overrun by tourists by now, but when we were there years ago it was still in a … Continue reading My secret refuge high above the trees of Yucatan.