Recuerdo by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Vancouver has two water taxi companies that run up and down False Creek, cross-crossing each other with graceful ease. The pilots seem to have a special language that only they know. From Hornsby Street and Granville Island to Spyglass Place and the Plaza of Nations, these taxis carry visitors from across the world, as wellContinue reading “Recuerdo by Edna St. Vincent Millay”

Sunday Evening Reflection: North Yorkshire Moors Railway

Trains are my preferred way to travel since I was a child. There is a meditative quality about the clatter of wheels turning on the railroad track, the intermittent sound of the whistles and bells, and the rolling landscape of trees, rivers, and small villages gliding by the large windows. I agree with Edna St.Continue reading “Sunday Evening Reflection: North Yorkshire Moors Railway”

Reach for the Sky

“There is one spectacle grander than the sea, that is the sky; there is one spectacle grander than the sky, that is the interior of the soul.” Victor Hugo, Les Misérables We look to the soaring blue of the heavens to experience a moment of respite, even imagining that we have wings to dance with theContinue reading “Reach for the Sky”

Flower or Weeds?

Sometimes I prefer weeds to flowers, even when they bear thorns.  It seems to me that the thorns protect the flowers so that they can embrace the sunshine without fear of being picked.   Something to think about…. I will be the gladdest thing Under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers And notContinue reading “Flower or Weeds?”