Category: travel

I touch my hand to the oak tree, which I’ve named my oak tree, when in reality it doesn’t belong to me, or anyone. In fact maybe we each belong to each other. I take a few extra breaths, admire the sun shining through the leaves, and hope to imprint this image in my mind … Continue reading Zen and the Art of the Mid-Day Nature Break

We’re driving in the one lane road out of Sandbridge. My hair catching the breeze. We’re puling out of the parking spot, debating where we should get our one last coffee in Asheville, in New Orleans. We’re reluctantly saying good-bye to our Hyde Park bungalow, our swanky Candler Park guesthouse. We say good-bye to the … Continue reading On the road again…