Trouvaille


Trouvaille (noun) Origin: French | A lucky find.

Perfect bubbles in a perfect sky.  I dreamt one time that I could live in a bubble.  Reflecting everything around me.  Rainbows, shadows, sun, and rain.  Floating in a fathomless world. Bubbles are enchanting and beautiful and so delicate.

Too delicate.

Once I grew up I realized that, for the most part, I was already living in a bubble.  Everyone was living in a bubble. As a matter of fact, most of us spend our entire life in a bubble. We spend our life in our cozy little bubbles, separated from other bubbles.  It’s a choice. Even if it’s a subconscious choice.  Your bubble is your norm.

Too, too delicate.

We get annoyed when our bubble is popped, or disturbed in any way. We label the things in our bubble so they are recognizable to us and our bubble friends.  It’s a comfortable place to live.

But so, so delicate. So, so fragile. So easy to burst.  That was a hard lesson but a necessary one.

My trouvaille was finding my bubble again.  Learning that I could come and go from my bubble and merge with other bubbles and leave again, undamaged. Realizing that no matter how far i strayed from the bubble, I would be able to return to it.  How lucky am I?

I enjoy the beauty of the bubble, they’re fluid and yet they have these geometric shapes so they do surprising things – two spheres become a single sphere – it’s what bubbles do. ~~Tom Noddy

Trouvaille: Ka; UtKarsh; strider; Dhanan; caholmes; Jess; viixiin

Sehnsucht


Sehnsucht (n.) – Origin: German – Definition: The inconsolable longing in the human heart for a far, familiar, non-earthly land one can identify as one’s home.

I spent 3 years teaching English in Korea.  My youngest daughter lived with me for the first year.  I homeschooled her and she would often come into my classroom and “assist” me in teaching the kids. My oldest daughter came and lived with me for a bit, and then off on her own for a bit teaching English herself.

During both of their times in Korea with me, we hiked, went to mask festivals, tea festivals, ate, ate, and ate more than you can imagine.  We volunteered at an orphanage and at a soup kitchen.  My kids volunteered on the set of a “movie” once and we participated in a variety of artist events.

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Sometimes I feel a bit of sehnsucht for this special country and often consider it my second home from home.  I will sometimes dream that when I am done doing what I am currently doing, I will go back there once again and resume my previous life.  I know they say you can never go home again. I hope that is not true.  I will forever hold Seoul in my heart as one of the most special times in my life.  My daughters both agree that if I were to go back, this is the one place they would follow me to if they could.

Korea – Rolling; avagal liz; corvec; zhenya; graeme; naomi; charlie; fugitive; sofie; joseph; hab; kaja; secretmoona; margaux; bamculture; stephanie;

Annu Miarabilis


Happy New Year!!!

Annu Miarabilis (n.) (phr.) – Origin: Latin – Definition: A remarkable or notable year in history; a year of wonders and miracles, used to speak hopefully of the future.

happy new year

The year 2020 has brought us so much negativity and bad news. The world news corps sharing their 24/7 pandemic of fear. COVID-19, an actual pandemic, has caused millions of people to lose their lives or at minimum, their way of life.  Fire, politics, racism, riots, masks, online education, all followed by memes to mock it all.

Based on the above negative aspects of last year, I have decided on a new personal writing/photo challenge for 2021. Words – happy words, weird words, words relating to travel, words that sound funny, words that represent my identity, words that I have never heard of before, words that might very well be made up.

So here is a toast to 2021 with the hope that it will take off in leaps and bounds, turning into an annus mirabilis.  With love and memories to all past travels, smiles, hugs, and kisses and hoping all of these things can resume!!!!

Paul; sadje; charlotte; vincent; Phil; Sandra; Pooja; Debbie; TrangWanderlustigEugenia

Day 24 ~ The adventurer ~ I was ~ I am


When I was a very little girl, my favorite types of books to read were books that detailed young adventurers.  It didn’t matter the era, the genre, or the sex of the youth.  The common theme was someone who was between the age of 10-18 who for some reason set off on an adventure.  Maybe they were stuck in the wilderness and survived.  Maybe they were heading west with the pioneers.  Maybe they were entering a time portal or sailing across the ocean by themselves or on a ship full of other adventurers.  Maybe they were escaping some calamity.  It didn’t matter.  These young adventurers were smart, capable, and full of hope.  Books and images still light that flame of adventure in me.

I once tried to sign up to take flying lessons when I was way too young to do this sort of thing without parental approval.  The old Spokane Airport had a program for youth to partner with an older pilot to learn to fly a plane.  It was a huge dream of mine to be able to just jump in my own plane (or a stolen one, or a left behind one, or… well you get the idea.)

travel

I have traveled far and wide and am amazed at the things I have seen and the things I have been able to do.  On a recent trip home, my sister and I went to eat at the old Spokane Airport diner, The Skyway Cafe..  As I sat there eating and looking around at the model airplanes hanging from the ceiling, the pictures on the walls, the old airplanes outside the window, the blue skies, and lazy clouds floating by, it dawned on me .. no it hit me. I am still that child.  The sense of adventure swelled and I wondered where would I go next.  What would I be doing?  Who would I meet?  What would I be eating and drinking? Sky-Way-Cafe-Spokane-Valley-Restaurant-600x800

You need not even listen, just wait…the world will offer itself freely to you, unmasking itself. – Franz Kafka

We live in a wonderful world that is full of beauty, charm and adventure. There is no end to the adventures we can have if only we seek them with our eyes open. – Jawaharial Nehru

The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper. – W.B. Yeats

Living on Earth is expensive, but it does include a free trip around the sun every year. – Unknown

It doesn’t matter where you are. You are nowhere compared to where you can go. – Bob Proctor

It is probably a pity that every citizen of each state cannot visit all the others, to see the differences, to learn what we have in common, and come back with a richer, fuller understanding of America – in all its beauty, in all its dignity, in all its strength, in support of moral principles. – Dwight D. Eisenhower

The Moment

Poem by Margaret Atwood

The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,
knowing at last how you got there,
and say, I own this,

is the same moment when the trees unloose
their soft arms from around you,
the birds take back their language,
the cliffs fissure and collapse,
the air moves back from you like a wave
and you can’t breathe.

No, they whisper. You own nothing.
You were a visitor, time after time
climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.
We never belonged to you.
You never found us.
It was always the other way round.

Day 16 ~ XX Countries ~ Korea


“How did it get so late so soon?”
― Dr. Seuss

“I don’t want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald

I think I want to return to the first place I lived as an adult but always felt like a child.  I know they say you can’t go home again, but I sort of want to try.  I know it would be different.  I know the same people would not be there.  I don’t even know if I would like it as much as I did when I was there before.  It was such a unique experience.  Both of my daughters at one point joined me there and spent a year each at different times.  If I went back, what would I change?  If I went back, would I regret it?

“The past beats inside me like a second heart.”
― John Banville

The friends I made.  The food I ate. The places I went. The laughs I had.  The memories we all made.  They stay with me like an ache. I am brilliant at forgetting the times that were not amazing and when I look back at this fresh blast of freedom, I can only think of the connections I made and how alive I felt.  How very, very, very alive and joyful.
“He was still too young to know that the heart’s memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good, and that thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the burden of the past.”
― Gabriel García Márquez
We were so active in the community we lived in.  We participated in so many things.  We played games, worked as helping hands at food drives and orphanages, acted in theater or at least carried lights, toured far and wide, and attended festivals.  Most importantly, there was a disassociation from the news, tv, internet, political and social issues that today just seem never ending and overwhelming at times.
“What i like about photographs is that they capture a moment that’s gone forever, impossible to reproduce.”
― Karl Lagerfeld
“Time is the longest distance between two places.”
― Tennessee Williams
“They say I’m old-fashioned, and live in the past, but sometimes I think progress progresses too fast!”
― Dr. Seuss
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Subway heartache (sung to “It’s a heartache” lyrics remade by me and my daughter.  Made sense at the time.  Just in case you want to sing along…I couldn’t load the video but think you would have enjoyed it.
It’s a heart ache. .. sometimes it seems sooo strange..
Sitting on the subway.. surrounded by Ko-reee eeehhh ans..
It’s a fools game.. looks like it will rain…
I think I’m lost again.. I don’t know where I eye eye am..
It’s not right.. when they all stare.. as if I wasn’t there
but I am
I think it’s quite insane.. they don’t know who I am.. but they stare..