red oak in my yard you are not the least bit red this November day.
Tag: Poetry
Cracks
Cracks On my back in an old hotel in Italy, I would discover plenty of interesting cracks to follow like rivers around the room. But now there is only one long crack in my bedroom at home.
Kibbutz Orange Grove
I used to pick oranges on Kibbutz Einat, in Israel, in my early twenties. It was my most demanding physical job. It makes me sweat and ache just thinking about it! I showed my pampered lifestyle and inexperience when I worked with the other volunteers who were mainly from Europe. I know I didn’t carry “my load.”…
Over Coffee
No deep reason to post this now, other than I came across it. I wrote it in Cyprus about a week ago.
Footsteps of a Journey
Just reflecting on this trilogy in poetry I wrote on the Sea of Galilee after a day visiting the ruins of Caesarea. trilogy: to a roman god
The Moon Tonight
Nice to be under the moon and stars of North America again. I wrote this post in the still of early night, under the moonlight of home.
Caesarea
Caesarea Yesterday, we enjoyed a leisurely breakfast in Tel Aviv. Then we loaded the car and headed up the coast to Caesarea. Nestled on the sea, Caesarea is rich with Roman and Crusader archeological ruins. The history is fascinating. Here are some of the sights we enjoyed.
Dark and Sweet
Our first trip to Brazil enthralled my family and me; and since that trip, we have yearned to return. And return we did! In fact, we have made many trips to Brazil over the last decade. The first thing that I have to say about Brazil is that the people are some of the warmest and most…
Clocks in Argentina
International travel is the biggest perk of my work. Wayne and I take three or four major international trips per year. We are very busy with responsibilities mostly, but we do allow ourselves the luxury of a few hours here and there to soak in the culture around us. Buenos Aires, Argentina, is one of our favorite…
Books I Love
David Holland’s post yesterday inspired me. He wrote about some of the books that had changed his life and why. It made me think about some of my personal favorites, and I wanted to share them. Forgive me, David, if you’re reading this; but I am using your idea for my post today. I hope…
Bonnie Saul Wilks 