Sure, Italy was in lockdown. But the truth is, I was having a hard time understanding what that really meant. It’s hard to let go of our plans. When life throws a curveball, we still want to swing.
Our hometown is always part of us, even when we move away, even if it no longer feels like home. It is almost part of our genetic history. We come from this family. We are part of this tribe.
Transformational Travel, otherwise known as: My Hero Journey While Traveling in Italy and How I Found My Way Home.
A new friend recently gifted me with the book, Between Silence and Light: Spirit in the Architecture of Louis I. Kahn, by John Lobell. I vaguely knew about Kahn. He is the subject of the 2003 documentary, My Architect, and he designed the Kimball… Continue Reading “Honor the Material”
“The place where you are standing is holy ground” (Exodus 3:5) There is a saying that the body is a temple, usually referred to when considering what we consume or the activities in which we engage. But what about where our body temple resides?… Continue Reading “Holy Home”
“Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories.” – Anne Bradstreet (Puritan Colonialist, poet, mother of eight, (1612-1672) When I was growing up, kids were allowed to play outside unsupervised. In fact, it was the norm. Even the expectation. No questions asked.… Continue Reading “Winter Memories and Home”
As a diversion from current events, I’ve been rereading The Tao of Pooh by Benjamin Hoff (ã 1982). I think we could all use a dose of Pooh these days. As well as a spoonful of honey. And a Daoist perspective on living in… Continue Reading “Pooh and Finding the Way Home”
There’s a lot being written about staying home these days. Discomfort. Anxiety. Isolation. Depression. The truth is, many of us struggled with “home” even before the pandemic. I don’t have the answers. But I can tell you how having a dog makes a huge… Continue Reading “Finding Home – With a Dog”
The houses (apartments, condos) in which we live have their own personalities. We develop relationships with these places, much like family and friends. Returning after an absence can be filled with a variety of feelings.
Why does one place feel like home and another place, while beautiful or lovely in many ways, does not? To put it simply (very simply), places become imprinted on us when our experiences there are significant and good. Typically, these imprints happen when we… Continue Reading “Finding Home: Imprints and Italy”
So much of who I am and what I love was shaped by my time on Grama Baird’s farm. Technically no longer hers, by then it was owned and operated by her grandson, Mick, who lived with his family across the field. And technically… Continue Reading “A Home-cooked Meal”
It’s often said that we travel to see new places and meet new people. To expand our lives and our point of view. I think even more importantly, we travel to learn something about ourselves.