When I was in Turkey and posting my photos on social media, one of my friends asked me how it felt to be there. How does it feel to be there and in these ancient places?
I have continued to ponder that question as I have been driving north for the summer.
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Each day was filled with emotions, awe, and wonder. I was surprised how much I remembered from books I read and from my school education, regarding ancient world history. I didn’t know that those educational memories were still in my file cabinet (my brain). Wonders never cease.
When our guide would tell us that we were standing on ruins that were built in the year 300 AD, it was hard to even grasp that date except with amazement. There was wonder when I was told that I was walking on the Roman Road. “The Roman Road”?!? Oh, and lest I forget, the Roman Aqueduct. And then there was the whole story of the Trojan Horse and Troy. The Odyssey Comes Alive.
Biblical and Muslim history followed me throughout the two and a half weeks in Turkey. The Mosques were fascinating. One museum we were in had hair from Mohammed’s beard. His Beard!
I was traveling with a small group of people from around the United States and Canada. Many had traveled together on previous trips. Mary and I were new to this group of wanderers. It was interesting for me to travel with others when I am often alone in my travels. They were an enjoyable group of people. I found I had to adjust to being around people most of the time. It can be a bit overwhelming.
Thankfully, I was traveling with someone (Zee) who also needed time out from all the people and activities. We gave each other space and were able to create opportunities to be alone. It worked out well.
Below is a 12-minute slideshow from my time traveling in Europe. Enjoy.
When we arrived in Croatia, the history was a bit different yet no less fascinating and amazing. It was definitely a summer playground for the many Europeans I encountered in our travels to the islands in the Adriatic Sea.
Castles and walled cities and a wild history of battles and takeovers that dated back thousands of years continued to fascinate me. I had a little more time to explore the natural side of things, spending a day at Krka Falls and e-biking on one of the islands in another National Park. It felt good to be back in the woods and by the water.
There are all the normal words to describe feelings. At times, seeing so many new and ancient things was overwhelming. It is hard to really understand this ancient history in my day-to-day existence on this planet. All this history is included in my history and the history of mankind.. Without all of that historical background, I would not be where I am today. It is about spirit, awe, and wonder. I am so glad I had another trip of a lifetime.
Today I am thankful for the opportunities that come my way. I am thankful to be able to say yes and step out of my comfort zone to explore. I believe that travel wakes me up in an unusual way. I feel more alive, centered, and ready for the moment.
I am a non-dancing Scottish Country Dancer. I gave up dancing in 2020 due to a heel issue, Haglund’s Deformity. After struggling with it for five years, I gave in and had surgery on the heel this past January.
There will always be a part of me that continues to have the heart of a Scottish Country Dancer. I maintain my membership to the San Diego and the International Branch in Scotland. I have helped out at events. This weekend I went to the San Diego Highland Games to support the local Scottish group, to have fun, and help out at the booth.
The Highland Games are traditional Scottish sporting and cultural festivals that feature heavy athletics, piping, drumming, and Highland dancing. Originating centuries ago in the Scottish Highlands, they serve as a vibrant celebration of Celtic identity and are now held globally
I enjoyed being at the booth, speaking with people who came up to ask questions. Once in a while, a face from the past showed up. Sometimes I remembered them, and sometimes I didn’t, yet it is always fun to greet people, reconnect, and hear their stories. One man told us that he Scottish danced years ago until a heavyset dancer stepped on his foot and broke it. Ouch! (Trust me, that is a rare event)
Yesterday, two men, a father and son, showed up at our booth from the Santa Rosa Branch of the RSCDS. Santa Rosa is north of San Francisco. Ethan was competing in the solo Bag Piping event.
Look at that Blue Kilt
In 2013, I wrote a post about Jim’s kilt, a Modern Morgan plaid. I gifted it to an organization created by a good friend, Ron Wallace. Ron is a gifted dancer, musician, and teacher. This organization was created as a non-profit to help young Scottish musicians and dancers be able to outfit themselves. Instruments cost money. Kilts cost money. Often it takes time for young musicians and dancers to outfit themselves. Jim’s kilt is still helping these young men to perform in the correct attire until they can afford their own.
Today at the Highland Games, I met the “Baily Boys” a father and son, Bill and Ethan, who dance in Ron’s class in Santa Rosa, California. The son is also a piper, learning his art from Ron among other teachers.
Ron
I have not been in touch with Ron for quite some time. I took the time to ask the Baily Boys for an update on Ron’s phone number and e-mail. This is when I found out that Ethan had worn Jim’s kilt as he was beginning to perform.
Here is what I feel is odd. Jim has been gone for over thirteen years. My life has certainly taken on a new direction. Knowing that Ethan had worn Jim’s kilt brought me to tears, and my heart felt full. It was such a touching moment to learn that Jim’s kilt, like his memory, are living on.
I was surprised that knowing this one fact opened my heart. It felt like I was seeing Jim and this kilt and all those who might have used it since his death. My heart flooded open, and I felt so grateful to know that this nice young man had benefited from a kilt that I gave to this organization. It was an honor to meet him, to know he had shared a little piece of Jim and then shared it with me.
For a moment, it made me wish I could go back in time and stand next to Jim once again as we went to our next ball. Sigh. I wonder if this will ever go away. i wonder if I want it to.
Grief is such an odd thing. It seems to take so many shapes and forms. Sometimes it involves the feeling of loss. Sometimes I see that time in my life as if it was a moment so long ago and yet still so close. And, sometimes, like today, it fills me with so many emotions all at once. Love, remembrance, sadness, tears, longing, joy, a very full heart, being in the moment, and everything else in between.
And, you know, I am glad I can feel all these things. I am glad I can be brought into the moment, where the past and future and even the present seem to fade away. And for that one moment I can truly experience being here now, being in this one moment. I can once again understand and know at a core level what I had with Jim and feel grateful that I had this experience for twenty-one amazing years.
Thank you to Ethan who helped bring this moment forward. Thanks to a Modern Morgan plaid kilt that keeps on giving to me and others. There is magic in that material. Thanks to Ron who helped that kilt find a good home. And…thank you to Jim who keeps on giving my heart a tug, over time. I love him still.
Today I am thankful. I am thankful for a full heartfelt moment. I am thankful for memories that make my heart and spirit so full.
It is hard to believe that we are winding down this wonderful trip to Croatia. The coast of Croatia is beautiful. Each day the sun comes out, the water sparkles many shades of blue, giving us (Zee and I) the time to explore and discover new things.
We remained on Brač in the town of Bol for one more full day. Finally, we had time to wander for a full day. This town was quaint and unhurried. First we walked in one direction and then in the other, discovering interesting sites along the way.
These photos capture part of our walk to the church and the Dominican Monastery Museum.
On our way to the Dominican Monastery, we came across this abandoned hotel.
It sits perched above a small pebbly beach on the eastern edge of town and enjoys uninterrupted vistas across dazzling azure waters to the wooded hills of Hvar, just to the south.
You can’t stay there, sadly. It was abandoned when tourists stopped coming to the island of Brać during the Balkan Wars.
In the early nineties it was used to house refugees. But when the war ended, and they moved on, it was stripped of anything valuable and left to fall into disrepair.
There’s always talk of it reopening. But a dispute with the Dominican Monks in the nearby monastery is complicating negotiations. The hotel had originally been a Dominican school, you see, and the monks were forced to sell it by greedy Communist officials keen to turn a quick profit.
The murals are painted by artists who gather here every July for Graffiti Na Gradele.
For five days each year the hotel becomes a hive of activity.
Streets artists come from all over the world to paint over last year’s efforts and create new masterpieces of their own. There are workshops for local kids, Hip-Hop concerts and even rap battles.
And then the hotel goes silent again.
The Dominican Monastery museum in Bol is one of the largest and wealthiest museums on the island of Brac. The Dominican Monastery is located on the east side of Bol, on the Glavica peninsula. It was reopened to the public in 2021, harmoniously blending modern design and cultural and historical treasures.
Next to the Dominican monastery is a church of St. Mary of Mercy, built and rebuilt at various stages throughout the 16th century. It received its present-day Baroque form in 1641. The main altar, dedicated to the Blessed Virgin Mary, is the work of the world-famous Venetian painter Jacopo Tintoretto. The authenticity of the painting is confirmed by records of the monastery archives, which describe the acquisition of this precious painting in detail.
Then we walked in the other direction. We discovered Wind-surfers, and learned that this area is a place where championship windsurfing competitions are held. Competitors arrived from all over the world to compete.
The following morning we drove across the island of Brasc to meet the ferry. Our time on this lovely island had come to an end and we were off to Hvar. Tomorrow Hvar. I promise.
But not before we met up with one more of the feline population.
Well it has been an action-packed two weeks. When traveling with a tour group, one is on the move. I have seen a lot of Turkyie and reawakened some ancient world history.
Before I get on the plane, I wanted to share some photos of the last places I have been since I last posted.
First stop was on the Silk Road at a Caravanserais. Hmmm…What is that?
The site, formally known as Sultan Han, is widely regarded as one of the finest surviving examples of Seljuk-era architecture anywhere in the world, and carries the additional distinction of being the largest caravanserai still standing in the entire country — covering approximately 4,900 square metres, which is a considerable amount of 13th-century stonework by anyone’s standards. It was built between 1229 and 1236 on the orders of the Seljuk Sultan Alaeddin Keykubad I, who had apparently decided that the 300-kilometre stretch of road between Konya and Aksaray needed a decent pit stop, and wasn’t going to do things by halves.
The word han translates roughly as “inn” or “hostel,” which rather undersells this place. Caravanserais like this one were the essential infrastructure of the medieval trading world — vital stopping points along the great overland routes of the age, including the Silk Road, that extraordinary network of tracks and paths connecting China and Central Asia to the Mediterranean and beyond. Merchants travelling these routes were shifting silk, spices, ceramics, glassware, and every other commodity you care to mention across thousands of miles of difficult and often dangerous terrain. They needed somewhere to stop, eat, sleep, water their animals, and repair their equipment. Sultan Han provided all of that, and at the Seljuk Sultan’s express instruction, it did so entirely free of charge for the first three days of any traveller’s stay. Three days. Free food, free lodging, free stabling. The medieval equivalent of an extremely generous service station.
In practical terms, these structures were simultaneously inns, warehouses, stables, bathhouses, mosques, and fortresses. The fortress element was not decorative — travelling merchants were carrying valuable goods through remote and occasionally lawless territory, and the thick stone walls and single heavily guarded entrance were there for very good reason. The Seljuk Sultanate of Rûm, which controlled much of Anatolia during this period, built a string of caravanserais roughly a day’s journey apart — approximately 30 to 40 kilometres (about 25 miles), a camel’s ride length— specifically to encourage and protect trade.
EntranceInterior CourtyardThe Winter RoomSultans RoomTurkish BathReturning to the Outside World
Once through the entrance, this courtyard would have been absolutely heaving with life. During the warmer months, traders arriving along the old caravan routes would have bedded down here alongside their camels, horses, and whatever else they’d dragged across the desert. It wasn’t glamorous, but then neither is a Premier Inn, and at least here you could see the stars.
One side of the courtyard is lined with a covered arcade — a shaded walkway of the kind you find all over the ancient trading world, designed less for aesthetic charm and more for keeping the sun off your head while you argued about the price of silk.
It’s generally believed that this arcade area originally served as stabling for animals or storage for goods — the kind of unglamorous but essential infrastructure that kept the whole trading system ticking. Nobody builds a plaque for the horse stalls, of course, but without them the merchants would have got precisely nowhere. Over the centuries, as the caravans stopped coming and tourism quietly took their place, the space was repurposed. It’s a practical reuse of what was there, and to be fair, it doesn’t feel cynically commercial — more like a sensible acknowledgement that the world moves on and people still need somewhere to sit.
As a reminder of the Caravan Days today next to the site is a small shopping area with a cafe. You can buy many things there but tea and ice cream are still a favoriite.
Next it was on to Cappadocia the place of the Cave Houses and Churches with a history that goes way back.
The cave houses of Cappadocia, carved directly into the soft volcanic tuff of central Anatolia, have been continuously inhabited for thousands of years. Originally adapted by ancient civilizations as basic shelter, they later served as safe havens for persecuted Christians before evolving into today’s sought-after boutique hotels.
Hittites & Phrygians (circa 8th–7th Centuries BC): Early inhabitants of the Anatolian plateau began carving basic structures into the soft volcanic rock for seasonal storage, wineries, and simple dwellings.
Geological Advantage: The landscape’s “fairy chimneys” are made of volcanic tuff, which is remarkably easy to carve with basic tools, yet hardens into a strong, insulating material when exposed to air.The cave houses of Cappadocia, carved directly into the soft volcanic tuff of central Anatolia, have been continuously inhabited for thousands of years. Originally adapted by ancient civilizations as basic shelter, they later served as safe havens for persecuted Christians before evolving into today’s sought-after boutique hotels.
The Origins: Ancient Civilizations
Hittites & Phrygians (circa 8th–7th Centuries BC): Early inhabitants of the Anatolian plateau began carving basic structures into the soft volcanic rock for seasonal storage, wineries, and simple dwellings.
Geological Advantage: The landscape’s “fairy chimneys” are made of volcanic tuff, which is remarkably easy to carve with basic tools, yet hardens into a strong, insulating material when exposed to air.
Kayakapi Premium Caves – Cappadocia
The Byzantine Era: Monasteries and Refuge
Early Christians (4th Century AD onward): During the Roman Empire and subsequent Arab-Byzantine conflicts, Christians facing religious persecution sought refuge in the region.
Underground Cities: Locals expanded the cave systems into massive, multi-level underground cities like Derinkuyu Underground City and Kaymaklı. These subterranean marvels contained living quarters, ventilation shafts, wells, and stables, allowing thousands to hide from invaders for weeks.
Cave Churches: Above ground, monks and ascetics carved intricate churches and monasteries into the cliffs and spires, such as those found in the Göreme Open Air Museum.
The Ottoman Period: Community Living
Expansion (18th & 19th Centuries): Throughout the Ottoman Empire, the rock-cut homes continued to be heavily utilized by the local Turkish and Greek populations.
Architecture: Traditional Cappadocian stone-cutting flourished during this time. Houses were built with arched doorways, stylized ivy motifs, and were often paired with carved dovecotes (pigeon houses) which provided essential agricultural fertilizer.Modern Times: Desertion and Revival
Mid-20th Century Relocation: By the mid-20th century, many residents began abandoning the cave dwellings for modern brick-and-mortar homes, as living in caves was increasingly associated with poverty.
Tourism Boom: In the late 1990s and 2000s, the value of the caves was radically reassessed. Their unparalleled natural insulation—cool in the summer, warm in the winter—and unique aesthetic transformed them into a booming tourism industry.
Today: Many historic cave houses have been beautifully restored into world-famous boutique hotels, preserving an ancient architectural legacy while meeting modern living standards
The Byzantine Era: Monasteries and Refuges
Early Christians (4th Century AD onward): During the Roman Empire and subsequent Arab-Byzantine conflicts, Christians facing religious persecution sought refuge in the region.
Cave Churches: Above ground, monks and ascetics carved intricate churches and monasteries into the cliffs and spires, such as those found in the Göreme Open Air Museum.
The Ottoman Period: Community Living
Expansion (18th & 19th Centuries): Throughout the Ottoman Empire, the rock-cut homes continued to be heavily utilized by the local Turkish and Greek populations.
Architecture: Traditional Cappadocian stone-cutting flourished during this time. Houses were built with arched doorways, stylized ivy motifs, and were often paired with carved dovecotes (pigeon houses) which provided essential agricultural fertilizer.
Modern Times: Desertion and Revival
Mid-20th Century Relocation: By the mid-20th century, many residents began abandoning the cave dwellings for modern brick-and-mortar homes, as living in caves was increasingly associated with poverty.
Tourism Boom: In the late 1990s and 2000s, the value of the caves was radically reassessed. Their unparalleled natural insulation—cool in the summer, warm in the winter—and unique aesthetic transformed them into a booming tourism industry.
Today: Many historic cave houses have been beautifully restored into world-famous boutique hotels, preserving an ancient architectural legacy while meeting modern living standards.
Our accomodations were in one of the cave hotels. It was exotic and stayed a pretty steady temperature without the need for airconditioning. It was a large room. When we first open the door I thought I was looking in a mirror. My bed was in the back and Mary’s to the forward part of the photo.
The last evening we had the opportunity to see the Prayer ceremony featuring the Whirling Dervishes.
A “whirling dervish” refers to a practitioner of the Mevlevi Order of Sufism, a mystical branch of Islam. Founded in the 13th century by the followers of the poet and mystic Jalāl al-Dīn Muḥammad Rūmī (Mevlana), they are famous for their Sema—an ecstatic, spinning meditation ritual performed to achieve a connection with God.The traditional ceremony and physical movements carry deep symbolic meaning:The Attire: Dervishes wear a tall, brown felt cap called a sikke (symbolizing the tombstone of the ego) and a long, sleeveless white robe called a tennure (symbolizing the ego’s shroud).The Dance: While spinning rhythmically, the dervish raises their arms toward heaven. Their right palm points upward to receive divine grace, while the left palm points downward to bestow that grace upon humanity.Cosmic Connection: The continuous spinning is a symbolic imitation of the planets in the solar system orbiting the sun and a mechanism to abandon personal desires in order to reach the divine.
The last day before we flew back to Istanbul was a mix of events leading off with viewing the area of the Fairy Chimneys. We were suppose to fly over them in a Hot Air Balloon but the weather did not cooperate.
Weather and Wind hellped create thes unique formations.
We stopped at a coffee house that served Turkish Coffee, Pistachio Coffee and Hazelnut Coffee. I had the Pistachio and it was delicious.
One of our last stops before our flight back to Istanbul was a stop to learn about pottery making and it’s importance to Turkyie.
The art of Turkish ceramics developed in Anatolia in the earliest ages of the region, and play a very important role in Turkey’s history and culture.
Turkey’s history of ceramic production dates back to about 10,000 years, with different types developing in multiple regions. During the mid-20th century era, mass production began as Turkish ceramic producers built factories to produce the ceramics on a much larger scale, leading to the popularity and incline in production of Turkish ceramics.
A big part of the fascination with Turkish ceramics was, and is, the strength of the shell. Turkish ceramics can hold good condition and their color for centuries.
During the 12th century, the Seljuk Turks created the ceramics using themes that focused on geometrical shapes and patterns and prioritizing shades of blue. As the culture shifted from the 15th and 17th centuries during the Ottoman Empire, colors of ceramics became more bold and distinctive, with clearer outlines and shapes. Iznik work grew to its peak in the 16th century, leading to the production of over 300 artistic workshops running effectively at once.
During this time, ceramics were not only used for decoration but also to assist in building and formulating a design for plain surfaces. Tile making, brick production, and roof production all have creative groups that are considered branches of ceramics. The most popular type of Turkish ceramic is the Iznik, however, there are many historic, regional variations of ceramics.
And just like that my time in Turkey has come to an end. Well almost.
Last week I sat down and balanced my checkbook. A habit taught to me by Jim, my husband who died over thirteen years ago. Every Two weeks we sat at the computer and did our financial thing.
I am thankful that Jim and I did our finances together. It started because we were buying a high priced item. I asked him if we had enough money to afford it. It was that moment that we became partners in finance. He told me that we had to do all financial things together from now on and so we did. Boy did it help after he died too young.
My Checkbook
It is not unusual to get comments from people, including friends, that I still balance my checkbook, with a big question mark at the end of this sentence. Like it is an amazing and quaint thing to do.
So much of our lives are on-line now. Yes I do bank on-line. Yes I keep track of all things financial on-line. Yes I shop on-line. Yes, Yes, Yes. I still like to see, in front of me that my life is in order, therefore balancing my checkbook.
There is something about sitting down, in front of my computer with my checkbook in front of me and settling it up for another few weeks. It is almost a meditative event in my often too busy life. I know that for an hour or so my focus is on one thing. I am sitting still and the outcome is that I know exactly how much I have to live and work with until I sit down again in a few weeks and do it all again. I can inhale and exhale and journey on with security for another period of time.
There are other things that I still do in “an old fashion way”. I think that people in my age group still do a few things in the old fashioned way. We pay bills on time, although on line now. I do my taxes via Turbo Tax on line. We clean the house or in my case my rig. Laundry gets done. The yard and garden gets spiffed up and the lawn gets mowed. You get the idea.
As I have aged I find these activities to be more meditative and calming. For a while all the things I need to get done are put on hold and I enjoy and focus on the task at hand. When it is done I feel complete and settled and ready for the chaos that is life.
At the end of the day, I am thankful for activities that help me focus moment by moment. I am thankful for my pretty sunflower checkbook calling me to once again come and sit down. Take a deep breath and dive in.
In 2020 I was diagnosed with Haglund’s Deformity. It is a bony growth at the insertion point of the Achilles tendon. I limped along with it for five years before giving up and having surgery performed on my left heel.
On January 22nd I had surgery on my left heel. I was in a cast for ten days and then moved to a boot with heel wedges in place. Each week I got to remove one wedge. And…..finally…..a week ago I became boot free. Hallelujah!
Doesn’t that boot look like something from Star Wars? I looked like a Storm Trooper from the knee down.
What have I been doing with my time
My rig EmmyLou has been having repairs done. I fixed the refrigerator door and its lock system. I have taken things apart and put them back together again. I have made new covers for the area under the captains chairs. She is getting spiffed up. Anything I can do sitting down is getting done.
I have a background in Holistic Health and Healing. I have a Masters in it. I believe that healing involves all modalities. Kaiser offered free rides to.appointments. I have had Acupuncture, Chiropractic and Active Release Technique done once a week. I got to visit with the drivers and see the world.
My Crochet Hooks have been busy. I love the creative process. I am very good at taking things out and trying again.
In situations like this all the streaming services on the TV helped pass the time. I caught up on Bridgerton, Surfing videos and more.
My friends came to visit and enjoy the healing atmosphere of my friend Drew’s home. They also took me out to breakfast and lunch.
There has been a jigsaw puzzle going since I have arrived here just before surgery.
When Drew wasn’t watching I got out in the yard and did some weeding.
Physical Therapy has begun. I have exercises to do each day. Up on the toes and down again. Lean forward and the come back to standing. Balance on one foot then try the other. Do some Yoga and go to the gym. I am busy.
I like going to Kaiser for my appointments. It gives me something new and different to do. And I have finally discovered what is on the sixth floor. I am driving so I am back in EmmyLou and driving myself to appointments.
I am walking some each day. When my heel becomes mildly swollen, I stop for the day. I put my foot up and allow myself some time off. And then its back to “feet on the ground” and ready to take the next step forward.
Time does go by no matter whether I am active or not. It has made me grateful that I am now back on both feet. It has made me thankful for the lack of pain in my left heel and calf. Whew I put up with that for five years. I could have been dancing. What was I thinking?!?
Now it is time for me to remember to take one step at a time. Just like many I will need to remind myself to take it easy and stop when needed. I guess I won’t be climbing any mountains or biking the distance any time soon.
It feels like it has been forever since this all started but in reality in has been six weeks. For someone who likes being on the move it has felt much longer. I keep reminding myself that I chose to have this done and I can do this.
I will continue to move forward, One Step at a Time.
In 2020 I was diagnosed with Haglund’s Deformity. It is a bony growth at the insertion point of the Achilles tendon. I limped along with it for five years before giving up and having surgery performed on my left heel.
On January 22nd I had surgery on my left heel. I was in a cast for ten days and then moved to a boot with heel wedges in place. Each week I got to remove one wedge. And…..finally…..a week ago I became boot free. Hallelujah!
Doesn’t that boot look like something from Star Wars? I looked like a Storm Trooper from the knee down.
What have I been doing with my time
My rig EmmyLou has been having repairs done. I fixed the refrigerator door and its lock system. I have taken things apart and put them back together again. I have made new covers for the area under the captains chairs. She is getting spiffed up. Anything I can do sitting down is getting done.
I have a background in Holistic Health and Healing. I have a Masters in it. I believe that healing involves all modalities. Kaiser offered free rides to.appointments. I have had Acupuncture, Chiropractic and Active Release Technique done once a week. I got to visit with the drivers and see the world.
My Crochet Hooks have been busy. I love the creative process. I am very good at taking things out and trying again.
In situations like this all the streaming services on the TV helped pass the time. I caught up on Bridgerton, Surfing videos and more.
My friends came to visit and enjoy the healing atmosphere of my friend Drew’s home. They also took me out to breakfast and lunch.
There has been a jigsaw puzzle going since I have arrived here just before surgery.
When Drew wasn’t watching I got out in the yard and did some weeding.
Physical Therapy has begun. I have exercises to do each day. Up on the toes and down again. Lean forward and the come back to standing. Balance on one foot then try the other. Do some Yoga and go to the gym. I am busy.
I like going to Kaiser for my appointments. It gives me something new and different to do. And I have finally discovered what is on the sixth floor. I am driving so I am back in EmmyLou and driving myself to appointments.
I am walking some each day. When my heel becomes mildly swollen, I stop for the day. I put my foot up and allow myself some time off. And then its back to “feet on the ground” and ready to take the next step forward.
Time does go by no matter whether I am active or not. It has made me grateful that I am now back on both feet. It has made me thankful for the lack of pain in my left heel and calf. Whew I put up with that for five years. I could have been dancing. What was I thinking?!?
Now it is time for me to remember to take one step at a time. Just like many I will need to remind myself to take it easy and stop when needed. I guess I won’t be climbing any mountains or biking the distance any time soon.
It feels like it has been forever since this all started but in reality in has been six weeks. For someone who likes being on the move it has felt much longer. I keep reminding myself that I chose to have this done and I can do this.
I will continue to move forward, One Step at a Time.
In 1903 the California poppy, Eschscholzia californica, became the official state flower of California. The California poppy is commonly seen blooming in the spring and summer. It flowers along country roads and freeways throughout much of the state. This makes the plant a highly recognizable symbol of California. April 6 of each year is officially designated as California Poppy Day.
I have been asked many questions since I began my full time RV Lifestyle. Where is your favorite place? Are you going back to….? When will you choose where to live? What has been your best day ever.
There are many Best Days Ever. They can big days or little days, big events or little events. Best days ever make my heart sing no matter the size or event.
Last week I had my Latest Best Day Ever. A good friend of mine, Phyllis, and I decided to take a road trip. We drove four hours north to see the poppy fields in bloom at the Antelope Valley Poppy Preserve. We drove into the Poppy Preserve in the mid-afternoon on Wednesday.
As I was still in a boot, (post heel surgery) walking and hiking was limited. We walked out on a paved trail. It allowed us to see over the Antelope Valley and enjoy all those beautiful orange flowers. But wait…there were many other flowers as well that helped those California Poppies pop even more.
What flowers grow among the California Poppies?
Goldfields: Yellow flowers that often carpet the fields alongside the poppies.
Owl Clover: Purplish-pink flowers.
Creme Cups: White, cup-shaped flowers.
Lupine: Ranging from dwarf to taller purple spikes.
Lacy Phacelia: Purple-blue flowers.
Coreopsis: Yellow sunflowers.
Red Stem Filaree: Small pink-purple flowers.
After spending the night in Lancaster, California we went back to the poppy fields the next morning. We never made it to the reserve. We discovered good dirt roads surrounded with poppy fields and many other kinds of flowers. We never resist a challenge. So, we took Phyllis’s Prius onto the dirt roads. We immersed ourselves in the flowers of the Antelope Valley.
I am a photographer so how could this post not include a video of my most current Best Day Ever. It is 7 minutes long. There is a slight pause between the first and second piece of music. Don’t leave too soon. And you can click on any photo in the blog and it will enlarge the photo. You can get more eye candy that way. Enjoy the Slideshow.
As most know I am a traveler and wanderer. I look for places outside. I look for wildlife to keep my camera busy. I have been stationary for almost six weeks. I have been getting itchy to move. I knew going into this heel surgery that the healing process is long. And I have been good giving myself the time to heal. I know that getting out was good for this wandering woman
I love nature. It always has the ability to surprise me. I knew I would see poppies. I did not realize how absolutely charmed and enthralled I would be among the fields of blossoms. It was so wonderful to spend the day looking at flowers and a few birds. It was breathtakingly beautiful. It made me so happy. It made me decide that this was one of my Latest Best Day Ever.
And a big shout out to Phyllis. It is always so wonderful to have a friend who is willing to go along on a last minute adventure.
Today I am thankful for the big wide open outdoors. There is always something new to find and explore and be in awe over.
In 1903 the California poppy, Eschscholzia californica, became the official state flower of California. The California poppy is commonly seen blooming in the spring and summer. It flowers along country roads and freeways throughout much of the state. This makes the plant a highly recognizable symbol of California. April 6 of each year is officially designated as California Poppy Day.
I have been asked many questions since I began my full time RV Lifestyle. Where is your favorite place? Are you going back to….? When will you choose where to live? What has been your best day ever.
There are many Best Days Ever. They can big days or little days, big events or little events. Best days ever make my heart sing no matter the size or event.
Last week I had my Latest Best Day Ever. A good friend of mine, Phyllis, and I decided to take a road trip. We drove four hours north to see the poppy fields in bloom at the Antelope Valley Poppy Preserve. We drove into the Poppy Preserve in the mid-afternoon on Wednesday.
As I was still in a boot, (post heel surgery) walking and hiking was limited. We walked out on a paved trail. It allowed us to see over the Antelope Valley and enjoy all those beautiful orange flowers. But wait…there were many other flowers as well that helped those California Poppies pop even more.
What flowers grow among the California Poppies?
Goldfields: Yellow flowers that often carpet the fields alongside the poppies.
Owl Clover: Purplish-pink flowers.
Creme Cups: White, cup-shaped flowers.
Lupine: Ranging from dwarf to taller purple spikes.
Lacy Phacelia: Purple-blue flowers.
Coreopsis: Yellow sunflowers.
Red Stem Filaree: Small pink-purple flowers.
After spending the night in Lancaster, California we went back to the poppy fields the next morning. We never made it to the reserve. We discovered good dirt roads surrounded with poppy fields and many other kinds of flowers. We never resist a challenge. So, we took Phyllis’s Prius onto the dirt roads. We immersed ourselves in the flowers of the Antelope Valley.
I am a photographer so how could this post not include a video of my most current Best Day Ever. It is 7 minutes long. There is a slight pause between the first and second piece of music. Don’t leave too soon. And you can click on any photo in the blog and it will enlarge the photo. You can get more eye candy that way. Enjoy the Slideshow.
As most know I am a traveler and wanderer. I look for places outside. I look for wildlife to keep my camera busy. I have been stationary for almost six weeks. I have been getting itchy to move. I knew going into this heel surgery that the healing process is long. And I have been good giving myself the time to heal. I know that getting out was good for this wandering woman
I love nature. It always has the ability to surprise me. I knew I would see poppies. I did not realize how absolutely charmed and enthralled I would be among the fields of blossoms. It was so wonderful to spend the day looking at flowers and a few birds. It was breathtakingly beautiful. It made me so happy. It made me decide that this was one of my Latest Best Day Ever.
And a big shout out to Phyllis. It is always so wonderful to have a friend who is willing to go along on a last minute adventure.
Today I am thankful for the big wide open outdoors. There is always something new to find and explore and be in awe over.
I have been struggling with so many unsettling things occurring in my country and around the world. I worry and feel anger. I feel sad. I don’t understand the anger and negativity that has become so prevalent. My heart feels broken. There needs to be a kinder, gentler and more humane way of working with people. No one deserves to be treated as less than human.
In late October, I began to follow the Monks Walking for Peace and Mindfulness. It was a 120-day, 2300-mile journey by 19 Buddhist monks.They were accompanied by their loyal dog, Aloka, walking from Fort Worth, Texas, to Washington D. C. to raise awareness of inner peace and mindfulness across America and the world.
I began to walk with them in my heart, mind and spirit. I have learned, I have grown and my heart has begun to open again. The anger is softer now. Being in the present moment is an experience I treasure and not one that I experience enough.
The Huong Dao Vipassana Bhavana Center is the home temple. They started the Walk in Texas and returned here today. I am blessed to be there in spirit with all the people and monks.
When they started walking the roads were mostly empty except for nineteen walking monks and their support team. As it progressed east and north, people started showing up. They came to the roadsides to watch these monks walk for us and for all beings of the world. A few moments, a few kind word, prayers, blessings and lives are changed forever.
This walk was not without difficulty. Early on in the trip two of the monks were injured in a freak accident with a truck. One lost his leg. And still they kept walking. It snowed, it was cold. And still they kept on walking. Aloka, had to have veterinary surgery and left the walk for a short time. And still they kept walking.
They walked barefoot, in socks, in sneakers and sandals. They walked for me. They walked for you. They walked for the world.
And Still They Walked.
As I watched them walk, I felt like people who came to watch were waking up. They were remembering what is good in the world and what is good in themselves.They were remembering what is good in other people. Just a moment in time can change so much. And the numbers grew. And I remembered.
People started walking with them. They showed up for dharma talks, for meditation, for presence. By the time they reached Washington DC. thousands were walking with them. Thousands were listening, truly listening to their words. They woke up a presence in themselves.
Each day of the Walk, would start in my home with me checking their official Facebook page. I followed along. I attended some of the talks. I certainly attended the meditations. And Today just as it started I attended the returning ceremonies until everyone retired for lunch.
How does this experience make me feel. I feel a softness in my heart, the softness of letting my guard down and letting universal love in. I feel a measure of relief that there is good to be had out there in the world. I have cried with others and I have cried alone. It is not a cry of despair. It feels more like relief and love filtering in. My world and the world shines a bit brighter because nineteen monks walked for Peace and Love and Awareness.
Now I must remember and carry all these messages forward into my world, your world and the world of all sentient beings.
Today is Our Peaceful Day. Today is My Peaceful Day.