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Today I’m headed to the place described above. I have a breakfast date tomorrow with my younger grandson, Nathan.

Technically this is my Spring visit with him. He was too busy with his life in college to have me come visit last spring. I was happy to wait until now.

We are meeting for breakfast tomorrow. He told me he knows a couple of places we can go to for our meal. I’m really looking forward to our time together.

Colorado is such a beautiful place. I’m kind of prideful for having been born in Colorado.

It’s awfully beautiful outside my window as I fly by.

From Nathan: “I found a cool flower garden up here that has some loops to walk around if you’d like to go there as well.” Of course I want to go there.

I’d also like to ride alongside the Cache la Poudre River in his 1996 Volvo station wagon. We did this two years ago on my first visit to see Nathan his freshman year.

It was brutally cold, which required quick runs from the car to look over to the river; then a dash back to the car. I believe my dashing days are now over.

Bam! We just got slammed by what else, the Rockie Mountains. It was the winds coming across the mountains to where I’m sitting in my chair in the sky. I can’t see the Rockies, but I can surely feel their influence.

It’s so cool when clouds fly solo.

Patters of travel.

Descending I kept looking for the Rockies. I’ll have to wait to see them tomorrow.

Landed. A mile high.

It turns out I don’t have to wait after-all. Driving back to the hotel after doing some shopping for tomorrow, there they are.

I loved growing up in Colorado. I loved living here for a time. Still, when I gazed at the Rockies preview, my soul sighed.

I took a road trip last weekend. My traveling friend flew to Atlanta early Friday for a couple of days. I hopped in my Miata and spun my way south to the airport on the south side of Atlanta.

We had plans. First was dining at Ford Fry’s Superica restaurant, located in Krog Street Market. It turns out each of us was craving the same restaurant. It was long overdue to enjoy the food offerings at Superica.

It was just as I remembered. Tastes on another realm. It was so much fun to enjoy a Superica meal after so many years since the last time.

The reason for the weekend in Atlanta, was to take in an art exhibit at the High Museum of Art. The exhibit had opened Just days before.

Amy Sherald: American Sublime. It featured her renowned portrait of former First Lady Michelle Obama.

There I was, gazing at Michele, about ten steps away.

Other portraits were as impactful as Michelle’s. The stories of the lives of these individuals were deep, sometimes tragic, other times leaning toward a measure of joy.

The eyes of her subjects seemed to gaze right at me, telling their own stories.

It was Juneteenth and admission was free. The center entry of the High was packed. The garb that women wore was an art show unto itself.

We ended the day with a soft-serve treat. Art of another kind.

The next morning, all rested, we began the day at Coffee Man. Coffee man definitely knows how to brew coffee and how to create a welcome space.

I love it when something else I might want to do, happens to be nearby. Especially when it’s WBB! (Women’s Basketball).

Well, the stars lined up. Indiana Fever and Atlanta Dream were playing a game the day after the museum exhibition!

Game on!

Over 17,000 in attendance. Packed with women, men, kids. Most everyone wearing a team t-shirt. Lots of noise! Lots of fun!

With tasty memories of lunch the day before, we wrapped up the day, by returning to Superica; followed by ice cream, of course.

Delicious Delight!

It’s been a good while since I hopped in my car and took-off for the open road. The next morning I dropped my friend off at ATL at 5:30am for her flight home. I took off for the mountains.

Twisting and turning, quick exceleration when needed, swift, excellent lane changing. Yes, I was on the open road once more.

It felt good.

Traveling mercies, indeed.

I squeezed in a short trip to Arlington, TX this week. A few weeks ago my granddaughter, Georgia, sent me this text.

“Hey Nana! Looks like the Dallas Wings play the Las Vegas Aces in DFW on June 15th”.

It didn’t take long for me to consider, research, determine,,,,

…then say, “of course! Let me figure out all the parts.

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Georgia met me at the airport. Jack, my grandson, joined us for lunch at Torchy’s Tacos a short while later. Delicious tacos! Even more delicious was having lunch with my Texas grandkids. Just us three.

The rest of the day we ate, had coffee and not coffee, then hung with the cat and dogs.

And continued to share our hopes, our intents, our now.

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talked enough about our lives enough to know all that needs to be shared.

o learn about lives today.

up to nowmostly catch up.

And talked. The best of all, listening to learned about their lives now.

atching up with their lives. Just listening about how they spend their time. Wor and play.

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Coffee

Bfsst with b and j

Breakfast. All

Lunch three

Dinner

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Breakfast. All

Hanging out at Georgia’s home when not at Starbucks, REI, or eating once again. Lunch time.

Lunch. Pizza

WNBA

Shaker. Waver

Coffee. Jack

Shopping

Eating.

G met me at airport

Totchy’s. G, J, N

Went to g’s to meet kitty

Lunch. & Reskfsr/ spot

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oyster juice

Shopping wit g

REI, Michaels

Last August, my friend and I traveled to the Brandywine area of Pennsylvania.

We had been to an Indigo Girls concert in Ft. Wayne, Indiana. The following day we flew to Pennsylvania.

There’s a theme here. We’ll see what the Indigo Girls have in store for us next year.

It was a beautiful drive from Wilkes Barre to Kennett Square.

The next day was coffee time at Philter – a favorite from travels here last summer.

For the next two days beauty beckoned.

Art exhibits at the Brandywine Museum…

Labyrinths…

Sustenance…

and, ice cream every evening!

My soul filled up in Brandywine. My stomach did as well.

Traveling mercies.

The impetus for this trip was the Indigo Girls. They were to be in concert in Wilkes Barre, PA. I purchased two seats.

After the church service and tour in Philadelphia, we headed northeast. It was a beautiful drive to Wilkes Barre.

My friend and I had purchased tickets for the Indigo Girls concert the day and hour they went on sale. Now it was close to happening.

Our hotel was just across the street from the theater where they would perform, giving us a short walk to the concert.

I bought myself a fun tank top to wear immediately.

The concert was awesome, of course it was. It was the Indigo girls after all!

I’ve been singing their songs since the last song of this concert.

“I don’t know what to believe 
I just show up and breathe”

Prior to July 29, 1974, the Episcopal church did not allow women to be ordained as priests.

My best friend and traveling partner is an Episcopal priest.

“The first women were ordained to the priesthood in the Episcopal Church on July 29, 1974. A group of eleven pioneering women, known as the Philadelphia Eleven, were ordained in an unauthorized, “irregular” ceremony at the Church of the Advocate in Philadelphia.”

While in Philadelphia a few days ago, we worshipped at the Church of the Advocate in Philadelphia. This historical market is on the church grounds.

Here we are.

The Church of the Advocate has not closed permanently, though it has suspended services in its main sanctuary due to severe ceiling disrepair and lost insurance coverage. Worship services and community outreach programs continue to operate elsewhere on the campus. 

The Sunday service of Morning Prayer was in the Parish Hall/basketball court.

Fifteen, including us, gathered for the service of Morning Prayer.

It was a beautiful service of scripture, prayers, and hymns.

Following the service we all walked over to the closed sanctuary for a tour and conversation about the church’s future.

The ordination of original eleven, was in this very space.

For me, it was remarkable to be in this space, and to be reminded of all I have seen in my life as an Episcopalian.

It’s been a joy and a honor to serve the Episcopal Church and to recall the many women priests with whom I have stood side by side during worship and in service to others.

Last year I traveled to the Brandywine Area of Pennsylvania to see an Emily Dickinson exhibit, The Earthen Door, Nature as Muse and Material.

I loved the Brandywine area of Pennsylvania so much! So here I am this day headed to Brandywine, and other somewhat nearby locales. Oh the things I’ll see, I’ll hear, and I’ll do.

My flight arrives this afternoon, while my traveling friend’s flight lands around midnight. I will entertain myself with my hotel room’s window view of one of the runways at the Philadelphia International Airport. I love planes.

Airborne as I write, it’s a beautiful day to soar.

Come along.

Traveling mercies.

I’m headed this day to Houston, TX for my granddaughter, Valerie’s college graduation.

I’m so proud of her!

I traveled to Houston every Spring and Fall for the four years she was at Rice. It’s been a JOY!

Watching her grow in confidence and knowledge; of presence and passion has been joyous.

She is full of joy.

She is honorable.

Fierce

Funny

Determined

I can’t wait to see what comes next in her life.

Look out world. Here she comes!

Yesterday was favorites day. Most everywhere we went was a favorite place from past travels to this area of Iceland.

Greeted by two sisters, breakfast was served in one of the prettiest dining rooms I’ve ever seen.

Overlooking the Varmá River, breakfast at Frost and Fire was served. It is fortunate we are staying here once again.

After breakfast, a stop in town for a second cappuccino and a bit of shopping.

Then a short drive down Route 1 to Urriðafoss, an unusual waterfall. It has more volume of water than anywhere else in Iceland.

I love this waterfall. The short walk from the parking area makes it easy to reach. There’s a well-maintained path where one can walk alongside the waterfall for a good while.

It’s nearby our hotel, an interesting bookstore, and a favorite restaurant.

On this visit the river held enormous chunks of snow-ice.

Nearby are two shops that feel so welcoming—a yarn shop above the building and a small shop below which sells pottery, jewelry and handmade soap. The woman who owns this shop makes everything herself.

Cold and hungry, we returned to Selfoss to have lunch at a favorite restaurant.

After lunch we drove down the road a short distance to the Bókakaffið a newish bookstore we found four years ago.

A review stated “Lovely little bookshop in Selfoss with a cozy atmosphere. You can get a cup of coffee and a wonderful waffle while reading one of the many secondhand books.”

To end the day, ice cream…

…and a fiery cloud!

Favorites make travel even more special than it already is.

I was in Akureyri for four days. I tried to find time to write each day about the day’s adventures, but my traveling friend and I were too busy having those adventures!

This morning began with a cappuccino at Bláa Kannan. It was delicious both in taste and art. It was the same small eatery where I had my first cappuccino when I arrived in Akureyri.

There are no words to describe the vastness of this place.

Then it was time to get on down the road for the second half of the trip. Destination, Hveragerdi.

The fields were full of Icelandic ponies.

The mountains were standing at attention as we drove past.

The rivers were flowing with all the mountains snow-melt.

It was a blustery and beautiful drive.

Eight hours later we had crossed from north to south Iceland.

Frost and Fire hotel. It’s situated on the Varmá river with the room overlooking the river. It’s our third time to stay here.

Pizza cooked in geothermal oven. Wonderful!

And to end this rather long day, there is always ice cream!