Return: Leaving My Shoes Along the Trail, Part 3

[Note: this is the third part in a series; for Part 1 click here, and Part 2 click here.] It never fails. Even after a relatively short immersion in the wild, I am transformed. When I started up the dusty path from the trailhead, I felt constricted in a calcified shell of containment; irascible, burdened, and somewhat prickly (think: porcupine).…

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A Paris Encounter: Meeting de Blasi

It was a one in a million chance. Or, as I like to say, a mysterious intersection of fate and destiny. That I would happen to encounter one of my favourite authors sitting at a famous Left Bank café in Paris was improbable enough, yet a half dozen other factors that day led up to…

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In the Realm of Falcons: A New Year’s Hike

I knew the trail would be crowded on New Year’s Day but I went regardless. After a quiet morning at my cottage studio, ensconced in the southerly window seat, watching a calm blue sea through the ornate framework of tangled Monterey cypress trees, a cup of tea beside me and a book on my lap,…

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A Simple Supper: An Impromptu Risotto

I’m back in the kitchen. Mind you, l’espace cuisine in my little artist’s studio in coastal California is more like a sailboat’s galley. It’s decidedly a one-person space. The cooking alcove—which closes off behind folding wooden doors—does have a certain charm, and it feels very Old World to me. The impression is generated not only by…

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Candlebright

A man sits in the dark window, bundled in a light grey jacket and a blue Parisian scarf wrapped around his neck. By the light of a lone beeswax taper that flickers nearby on the table, his unruly and uncombed hair shines silver though his face is that of a man in his forties. Awake…

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