The Day God Sang over Me What does one do when all has been (seemingly) lost? What does one do, where does one turn, to whom does one run, how does one go on? These are the questions I was asking myself during the life crisis I described in my last blog, Along Right PathsContinue reading “Winds of the Himalayas”
Tag Archives: Dreams
Along Right Paths
how my life verse found me My whole world came crashing down around me in October of 2001. Life as I knew it came to an end. I of course knew there were grave problems. I had no idea how grave. Until November 9. When the Himalayan-sized mountain of evidence was presented to me IContinue reading “Along Right Paths”
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Winds of the Himalaya -Part 15a
Out of the Mouths of Babes Abbie warming up by the kitchen stove. Ilam tea gardens At 11:45 pm on December 16 a team of teens, young adults, a couple of older ladies, and five-year-old Abbie boarded a flight out of Kenai, Alaska for the first leg of our journey to the tiny Himalayan kingdomContinue reading “Winds of the Himalaya -Part 15a”
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My Coffee Journeys
how I became a home coffee roaster Folgers (coffee in a can) was a staple in my childhood home. My parents loved coffee (cream, no sugar) and they believed that Folgers was the best. They had coffee for breakfast, in the afternoon, and always when company came by. As I was entering teenagerhood I beganContinue reading “My Coffee Journeys”
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The Crow Who Loved Me
One thing I loved about my apartment was the tiny balcony off of my bedroom and the lush, green tree that shaded it. I soon discovered that dozens (seemed like hundreds) of Indian grey-necked crows lived in that tree. They were beautiful, raven black with a royal silver necklace. They were noisy (There was literallyContinue reading “The Crow Who Loved Me”
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Butter Tea with a Monk
It was a chilly Himalayan morning in Tatopani, a Himalayan village in northern Nepal on the border with the Tibet Autonomous Region. It was also one of the most meaningful days of my life. The humidity in the mountains drove the cold straight to the bone. Decked out in my trekking gear I sat withContinue reading “Butter Tea with a Monk”
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The Portrait in My Cup
Since I was about eight years old I have dreamed of visiting Bali. (Strange I know but that is another story.) I often daydreamed of the white beaches bordered with palm trees, the sound and smell of ocean waves lapping against the shore, but especially of the mysterious mountain that I imagined loomed over her.Continue reading “The Portrait in My Cup”
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Coffee, Tea, and Reverie 