Category: Adventure
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Namesake
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…)
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A Pleasant Chat With Myself …with no regrets
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…
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Flying the friendly skies, back in the day
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…
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Not lost, not forgotten…just on another page.
[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,…
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My first glimpse of Paradise zooms back
[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…
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My secret refuge high above the trees of Yucatan.
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…