Footprints and the gift
Travel log — the beach Some things never change even as children grow up and grammas grow old. The beach – freedom, adventure, wild things. Magic. The wind breathes it and the surf echoes – magic. I have been drenched in magic. I have sand in my shoes and a smile on my face – […]
taking another step…
Travel Log. Day one I’m taking a holiday and I’m excited about it and tentative at the same time – it’s my first trip alone to this particular place. It isn’t the drive that’s giving me pause, it’s nostalgia. The west coast of Vancouver island was one of our favorite places to visit, it holds […]
The Moon, the Magic and me
So often, when we have visited Southern California, the moon has been waxing or waning. Like a celestial witness, its Cheshire Cat grin hovers on the horizon and smiles at our antics below. Such was the case this past week. The moon watched as our little girls lead us on a pixie dust parade […]
A Magical Holiday — diary entry 2
It turns out that although Disneyland is more than magical it is not very conducive to blog writing. We hit the deck running Friday morning and have been on the go ever since. It’s wonderful. It’s awe inspiring. It’s exhausting. We are high on pixie dust and everyone is still smiling. Our youngest daughter gets […]
A Magical Holiday – diary entry 1
The first time I noticed, and actually read, this sign was in 1985 – my children were two, four and six years old. We were heading through the tunnel into Disneyland. I have read it on numerous occasions since then and always been moved, but never like that first time. I remember forgetting to breathe. […]
serious fun – seriously
We are heading to Disneyland in a few sleeps. We are going to spend a week with the Mouse and the magic. We are going with my daughter and her family – all six of us are gearing up to have the best time. We are going to have some serious fun. Seriously. Disneyland has […]
Island Holiday. Diary post #4 I’ve been Mudged
We’re home — it may take me a day or two to get back into the swing of things again. I’m in no hurry. I haven’t worn a watch for days – I am relaxed, totally behind the times and unconcerned about catching up with the clock. The dogs were thrilled to see us and […]
Island holiday – diary post #3. Mudge Meditations
Last night, after supper, we went back to the beach to watch Tuesday get tucked in. The sun dipped behind a ridge and went to bed like it has done every night since the beginning of time – no fuss, no muss – just a final burst of color and then the lights went out. […]
Island Holiday. Diary post 2.5. — Mudge Midday
We have put on over 10,000 steps today and my feet are filthy. I’ve watched my little girl balance on logs, scurry across rocks and fly on a homemade swing in a tree — she sparkles with the glitter of childhood uncomplicated. She is dappled with the scuffs of her adventures, she is freckled […]
Island holiday – diary post 2. Mudge Moments
There is a quiet here that settles your bones, broken only with the sound of a seal slap on the water or the groc of a heron fishing off a rock. And the coffee tastes amazing. A girl could get used to this. Sure didn’t take long to fall into Mudge mode. The flight […]