Hawkes Bay NZ Water trail

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Accessible on the Chesiahud Bike trail

Every Sunday anyone can sign up for a free sail at Seattle's Center for Wooden Boats. I did that today, at 11am, after I signed up for sailing lessons. I will ride my bike to the dock on Lake Union starting April 25, and re-up the certificate I earned 20 years ago, at Seward Park, when I learned how to handle a little keeled boat on Lake Washington. I'm not as agile as I used to be for sure. But I learned to swim practically the same time when I learned to walk, so I hsve never feared the water.
I'm long overdue on returning to my first love, water sports. It's certainly a lot cooler here than in the great
Aussie state of Queensland. Still, being able to ride AND sail, from my doorstep, well, that's one of the fabled benefits of living in the Pacific NW. I feel optimistic today, as well as blessed.

Saturday, February 28, 2015

Log Boom Park in Kenmore

It's been a spectacularly sunny Saturday and I rode on the Burke Gilman trail. The top of Lake Washington is sparkling like a million diamonds in the afternoon sun. There is a sense of hope in the very early spring greenery.

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

A little bit of Tibet in Greenwood

I ride past the Sakya Monastery twice a day when I go to a tutoring gig at North Seattle College. It's no longer incongruous to see these rows of prayer wheels among the modest bungalows in this North Seattle neighborhood. Sometimes I see a monk sunning on the temple steps but today it was simply me and my bike among the bodhisattvas.
Reminds me both of China and Nepal. I hope to visit Tibet in the next few years when I am in a happier and more stable period of my life. Until then, I'll quietly whisper "Namaste" as I pass by on my bike. It's a little meditation.

Saturday, February 21, 2015

In Belltown yesterday

One piece from "Heart in throat, head in hands, tongue in knots, heart on sleeve," by artist Elizabeth Higgins O'Connor. Several years ago I worked in this neighborhood, among artists who could take emotional turmoil and give it form.
This speaks to me, in February, 2015. I recognize myself in this mess of vulnerability, longing, destruction and confusion.

Thursday, February 19, 2015

Sunday bike riding in Tongling you never can tell...

I went riding on a cold day of filtered sun, not expecting to see anything new. Yeah, right. This is China. I found a brand new tunnel through the hills leading back into downtown. No cars driving wrong way up the divided bike lane. No unlit mopeds on the wrong side of the road. Wow. What country is this? Must be a soft opening. Once the locals discover the tunnel is open, it'll become the crazy free for all of cars, trucks, busses, three wheelers, mopeds, and guys pulling wooden carts loaded with pig carcasses, heat storing bricks or a mountain of recycled cardboard that defines roads everywhere else in China. But not today. Today this is neat and law abiding Germany.

Haolisha Bakery Tongling Tuesday Jan 20

OK, You can take the English teacher out of Seattle, but you can't take the coffee shop out of the English teacher.
Tongling is a city in China that still lacks a Starbucks, but it's not really a problem. Grading is mind-numbingly tedious on any continent, so the solution is to sit all afternoon listening to Chinese pop music over a 10 yuan cappuccino. Eventually the prices here will go up to the American prices charged in more Westernized cities like Shanghai. But right now, in January 2015, things haven't yet passed that tipping point.

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

On "Food Street" Friday January 16

I never get tired of the variety of ingredients laid out to tempt you to order a stir fry or two. Of course, sometimes I've thought I've ordered some thing but I get a plate of something else. Not really sure why. Perhaps the cook believes that only ingredients "x" and "y" work together. Or perhaps what I've said in Chinese isn't what I thought I'd said.
All part of the experience.