a lovely ladies’ weekend spent with friends at the lake house
with a long hike through the winter woods
wonderful comfort foods and wine to share
warm blankets, pajamas, slippers
on one thing leading to another
our favorite cutlery (i prefer small pieces)
to our grown children (we do the best we can)
to humor (what’s funny to one…)
to politics, the state of the world, and more
(each with our own perspectives, experiences, and ideas)
no subject off limits
then spoiling ourselves with magic spa treatments
so relaxing and so powerful in so many ways.
“i feel like i’m a super hero diva and my power is glitter.”
in the midst of the polar vortex
a call goes out
a friend offers to drive us all to the movies
preston- holding down the fort at the theater
sells us popcorn, beverages, and tickets
menu offers a movie combo of cocktails and popcorn
the movie was great
the company was great
felt like we were skipping school
to just have a day of fun
we forgot about the polar vortex outside
we laughed and cried
we’ll never tell who chose which beverage:
coffee, tall soda, sippy-cup ‘o wine.
choose your own adventure.
everyone needs someone who will call them and say,
“get dressed, we’re going on an adventure.”
spending the day off
with a couple of grandies and their neighborhood friends
staying in pajamas
watching ‘the dark crystal’ ( 80s sci-fi movie)
just enjoying life.
“it is nice finding that place where you can just go and relax.”
(a candid moment from my recent fiesta)
my goat and i would like to thank
each and every one of you
who help me
celebrate every day
(the best day ever)
by being a part of my life.
“instead of hate, celebrate.”
only with good friends
can you pair wine and nachos
then add in a dash of spicy chat.
‘life is a nacho. it can be yummy-crunchy or squishy-yucky.
it just depends on how long it takes for you to start eating it.’
— john updike
dear friends, j and b, walk in michigan
getting ready for the big walk.
they leave tomorrow –
i wish them both the best of luck on their journey
and look forward to their tales from along the way
knowing they will return somehow changed forever.
the portuguese way/caminho português
The Portuguese Way (Spanish: Camino Portugués, Portuguese: Caminho Português) is the name of the Way of St. James pilgrimage routes starting in Portugal. It begins at Porto or Lisbon. From Porto, pilgrims travel north before entering Spain and passing through Padron on the way to Santiago de Compostela.
The Portuguese way is 227 km long starting in Porto. The way from Porto was historically used by the local populations and by those who arrived in the local ports.
In the contemporary period, most pilgrims are foreigners, and of the total number reaching Galicia between January and October 2017, only 4.27% were Portuguese. Roughly 30,000 pilgrims per year walk this path.
Arrival of queen Elizabeth of Portugal to Santiago de Compostela, after finishing the Portuguese Way around 1325, after the death of her husband, Denis of Portugal.
“a path is a prior interpretation
of the best way to traverse a landscape.”
-rebecca solnit, Wanderlust: A History of Walking
is it one of the hottest days of summer?
is it time for our annual
christmas in july/august celebration?
with long-time friends
odds and ends re-gifts to each other
that we’re highly likely
to re-gift to someone else at a later date
no reason to keep the joy of giving all to ourselves.
‘christmas makes me happy no matter what time of year it comes around.”
image credit: pinterest vintage, petticoats and pistols