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Last morning in York

I didn’t have high expectations for today. Reason being that I remember last year’s bank holiday being kind of a bummer with most shops being closed and the town feeling completely dead. Turns out that may have been because I was in Dover and not somewhere (anywhere) else. I basically expected York (and London when […]

Lovely Paris

Yesterday I attempted to work more or les normally, though since my Parisian colleague was in Luxembourg for meetings I opted not to actually go into the office. Instead Amanda and I found an “anti cafe” where you pay by the hour to sit and work for as long as you like with all the […]

A windfall weekend

What do you do when your get-away weekend in Italy falls through and you want to stop feeling sad that your opera ticket’s going to waste? Think of the weekend as a surprise weekend in London, not a lost weekend in Italy. I was tempted to treat it like a “normal” weekend, feeling harried to […]

Things don’t always go as planned…

Oh, the glamorous life of an expat in Europe!  After work on Friday I left my London office for the airport, where I caught the last plane out for a weekend in Milan.  I spent Saturday exploring parts of the city I hadn’t seen before (Cathedral! Da Vinci’s Last Supper!) and then went back to […]

A few days in Seattle

A week of business meetings was the reason for the trip, but outside of work is where all the real action was.  I toured Amazon’s famous newly opened spheres; visited not one but two of my favorite nurseries to restock plants at the house; won an “Iron Chef” style competition by simply deep frying everything […]

A thought on how I want to live

If you’re looking for a non-scriptural book full of wisdom and spiritual insight, I’d suggest the poetry of the 14th Century Persian poet Hafiz.  Amanda gave me this collection translated by Daniel Ladinsky for Christmas and I’ve been savoring it ever since.  This poem, for example, is one I need to sit with longer and […]

I wrote a poem the day you left

I wrote a poem the day you left because my heart was breaking and I could not speak only hold you — let you hold me — and weep Gentlest man, so beset by monsters whose selfless love comforts with a compassing arm and nestled head I wish you would stay I wish you could stay […]