Monthly Archives: October 2016

A Halloween Story You Won’t Soon Forget

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! BWA-HA-HA-HA!

I hate what corporate America has done to Halloween.

The ancient Celts, who started the tradition, believed that every October 31 there appeared a tear in the curtain between the worlds of the living and the dead, who were able to slip back through. What began as a way to remember the dead (and acknowledge where we’re all headed) has long been turned into yet another vacuous marketing ploy: ads starting in September, monster push on tacky costumes and Type II diabetes triggering crap — I’m looking at you Candy Corn.

Despite all that, I’d like to pass along a little story I came across for this All Hallow’s Eve.

Some who know me will claim, falsely I must state here, that several places in the story seem suspiciously, nay, creepily like the truth. I beg you not to make that same mistake. It will have dire (I said dire!) consequences.

Join me, won’t you? If you dare, buckle up, hold onto your seat, because here comes the…

Thanks for watching.

And to all on this foreboding All Saint’s Eve, I wish you…a good night?


Nazaré

It’s all about perspective. Stand on a high cliff. Look into the far distance, miles off. The long curve of the bay. The hills sloping down into the sea. The tile roofs clustered like a rumpled rust-colored carpet. Then look beside you. White washed walls and buildings. White cobblestone walkways. Move across them. The change in perspective sways your mood, your intention, what thoughts bubble up from the shift. What is the meaning of these visual changes? For me, head and heart collide; the intellect of optics merge with the opening of an emotional channel. Like two best friends who, after a long absence, know they need to meet more often. It’s good for the soul.

 


Fun With Friends at Praia da Poça, Cabo da Roca, and Sintra

A quick jaunt through four days with our friends David and Elizabeth; the first of many who come to visit (we hope!)


Morning to Dusk: Views From Estoril

Raging Traveler

It’s a little like waking up in an ever-changing world that is strange and yet so familiar. Welcome to every day in Estoril, Portugal.

View original post


Morning to Dusk: Views From Estoril

It’s a little like waking up in an ever-changing world that is strange and yet so familiar. Welcome to every day in Estoril, Portugal.

 


The Day We Met Our Dinner

Sometimes you have to get up close and personal with what you put in your mouth. Suddenly, you appreciate the creatures who sustain your life every single day.

 


%d bloggers like this: