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To all immigrants, newcomers, refugees, or anyone who has discovered what it is to love more than one place, this one's for you. This year's holiday observations feel a bit deeper. I just took it all in because I became amazingly aware of what a gift it was to even be on a holiday after... Continue Reading →
Summer Solstice was a couple of days ago---the longest day of the year. The day I chase the light, spiritually, metaphorically, and sometimes literally. I get out there somewhere and watch the sun drop past the horizon. Her long lazy slow journey. It's like she's saying 'Hey there, isn't it nice out? I think I'll... Continue Reading →
I watched the clouds roll in from my window. Disappointment also rolled in. I wanted to see the moon rise. There are few things more gorgeous than a full moon rise on a prairie horizon. This was going to be the Full Pink Moon. Not sure who names them but that feels as soft as... Continue Reading →
How we did it then In early adulthood I began tending the seedling of wanderlust. There was a process in those days that is quite different than how travel occurs today. It looked like this: I'd either call or pop in to a travel agency. The individual would look on their computer and log books... Continue Reading →
Angie Counios 