Walking the Dogs, encore: Bees and Nature

It is early afternoon on a sunny day and I am walking my dogs through the tranquil, tree-crowded neighborhood of Carmel-by-the-Sea. After several days of guests in my little cottage, the visitors have just this morning departed. I have done the laundry, cleaned the house and swept their presence away, but there is still a new


Empty Houses, New Frontiers: Moving On

I should be used to this routine by now. The uprootedness of sorting, packing, cleaning, and empty houses, that is. As a wandering gypsy, I’m essentially an expert in relocating and starting over. The past week witnessed my farewell to the slopes of Haleakalā and my departure from dear Maui, my arrival on the heavily


Walking the Dogs: Embracing Willingness

True confession: I don’t really enjoy walking my dogs. They’re two male, English Whippets that joined our family as puppies whilst we were living abroad. These gorgeous brothers from the same litter are very sweet boys; a little naughty (a lot, actually) at times but terribly affectionate and loving. Being part of the Greyhound family