Sunday, May 31, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
Camping. Tent camping. With a real tent. I wouldn't trade those experiences for anything. We may have hit every campsite from Delaware to New York before I was 12. And camping always featured great food over the fire: the fresh (caught by us, of course) crabs and clams in Maryland were my favorite!
2) Tell us about your favorite vacation ever:
Our honeymoon on St. Croix. It was a little, in-the-middle-of-nowhere, lesbian-owned retreat on the beach. We swam in the clearest waters I've ever seen, ate the best bread pudding of my life, and just existed for a beautiful time together. I could have done without the intense sunburn, however (even through my clothes!).
I take the hour-drive to Laramie, WY (during the week, when others are working). Why?! Because it's out of town! It's a quiet little place with a coffee shop, a vegetarian restaurant, and a used bookstore. What more could I ask for? Oh, and the drive is gorgeous.
4) What's your best recommendation for a full-on vacation near you...what would you suggest to someone coming to your area? (Near - may be defined any way you wish!)
5) What's your DREAM VACATION?
A fully guided, leisurely tour of sacred/mystical sites in the UK (fully guided because it's too stressful trying to find my own transportation, lodging and meals - takes away from the "leisurely" part). Followed by a fully guided, leisurely tour of sacred/mystical sites in Greece.
BONUS: Any particularly awful (edited to add: or hilarious) vacation stories that you just have to tell? ("We'll laugh about this later..." maybe that time is now!)
Thursday, May 21, 2009
When Death ComesMary Oliver
From New and Selected Poems by Mary Oliver (Beacon Press).
|When death comes|
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse
to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
And therefore I look upon everything
and I think of each life as a flower, as common
and each name a comfortable music in the mouth
and each body a lion of courage, and something
When it's over, I want to say: all my life
When it is over, I don't want to wonder
I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.
*I know it is considered prose, but Joyce's short story "The Dead" closes in a way that speaks poetically to me:
Friday, May 1, 2009
Celtic festivals often tied in with the needs of the community. In spring time, at the beginning of the farming calendar, everybody would be hoping for a fruitful year for their families and fields.
Beltane rituals would often include courting: for example, young men and women collecting blossoms in the woods and lighting fires in the evening. These rituals would often lead to matches and marriages, either immediately in the coming summer or autumn.