Happy solstice! Here in the northern hemisphere, we can finally celebrate
the return of the light. (I, for
one, am very ready to welcome it!
My bike commute will be brighter every day for the next six months.) In the southern hemisphere, of course, it’s
the beginning point of summer.
Around the world, in December, many of us take stock of our lives, and
think about the changes we may wish to bring about in the year ahead. I find the day of the solstice to be an
excellent time to do this.
A big part of my work with my clients is helping them to set goals and intentions, and then to follow through to manifest them. As I announced last week, I am excited to offer 30 free sessions in 30 days for this exact purpose, between December 14th and January 12th. If you haven’t yet taken me up on this by scheduling a free, no-obligation hour-long phone call, I invite you once again to do so. (This offer is good for existing clients, too; please consider it a solstice gift from me!)
Whether or not you schedule a call, I want to
offer a few suggestions of how best to follow your intuition and passions to
set intentions and goals for the coming year.
Intentions can come to us as yearnings, or
nudges that we feel from life.
Examples of intentions might be, “I’d like to travel more,” or “I’d like
to eat healthier.” Specific goals
might be, “I’d like to take one domestic and one international trip this year,”
or “I’d like to make sure to eat five servings of fruits and vegetables per
A good way to get in touch with your
intentions is to sit in stillness for 15-30 minutes at a stretch. (Doing this
daily is a great practice to stay in touch with yourself and what you most want
in life.) Afterward, journaling or
making a list of them is a good way to make them more concrete, and begin to
Make the goals specific enough to be easy to
follow. For example, if your goal
is to take the above two trips, you might think: “I’ve always wanted to visit New York… and I’ve heard that
flights to Iceland are very affordable right now. I’m going to begin researching the best times of year (for
weather and/or time off work and/or travel and accommodation prices) in those two
places.” Or, “I plan to eat a
serving of fruit at the beginning of each meal,” or “At least once per month, I
plan to try buying (or growing) a kind of produce I have never tried before.”
As you continue to sit in stillness and
journal in the coming year, you can return to these intentions and goals to
track your progress (you can always get back on track if you slip!) and to feel
into new intentions and goals that may emerge as the year progresses.
Happy solstice, all! I wish you all love and magic and
exploration in the coming year.
Happy December, all! The new year is nearly upon us. In December, many of us take stock of our lives, and think about the changes we may wish to bring about in the year ahead. At this time, I am feeling drawn to broaden the reach of my empathy and coaching offerings, by giving away 30 free sessions in 30 days. And I would love your help in manifesting this vision.
Yes, I want to talk to 30 different people in 30 days, for one hour each, at no charge. I want to help people to put into practice their intentions to be conscious in all the ways they wish to be conscious, and active in all the ways they wish to be active. I want to speak to people all over the world (through the magic of audio and/or video chat) and hear what is up for people, and help them to live the best possible version of their lives, and be the best possible versions of themselves, in the coming year.
I will be offering these sessions starting on Saturday, December 14th, through Sunday, January 12th. Please message me if you are interested! (email@example.com; email link in blue to the left of this post.)
I have one request of those who take me up on a session: I ask that you sign up for my email list, if you are not already on it. At present the list is very quiet, and I intend to keep it pretty low-volume… but as the year unfolds, I do intend to offer more content that may be useful to people who are interested in living more closely aligned with their values and passions. And from time to time I send out announcements of discount offers or non-profit-donation benefit offers, or notices for events I may host, such as Dream Into Change salons. I request that you sign up with your “real” email address (rather than a throwaway address you give to spammers) but of course you are completely free to unsubscribe at any time after your free session. I want win-wins, no pushing or manipulation of any kind.
So, if you’d like some confidential support as you reflect on the past year and/or look ahead to the new year, please comment or message me to schedule it! If this doesn’t speak to you personally at this time, I would love your help in sharing this offer, either on social media or personally with any friends who you think might be interested. One of my biggest intentions for myself for the coming year is to expand the reach of my emotional and strategic support to as many people as possible around the globe.
Thanks for reading, and I wish all of you a powerful 2020, filled with love and growth.
I’m sure I don’t need to tell anyone reading this that there is an
extreme abundance of bad news in the world. An awful lot of this news makes it into our Facebook feeds,
and those of our friends. It would
probably be possible to find an outrageous and/or demoralizing article to post
every five minutes, for the rest of your life.
But is that the best way to make change?
I have friends who have quit Facebook because they could not handle
the constant barrage of depressing news in their feeds. Even for those of us who stay, these
kinds of posts can take a toll on our mental health. And when we get more depressed, we get less politically
active, which makes us collectively less effective at bringing about the
positive changes we all so desperately need.
I have three ways that I personally make an effort to combat this,
and I want to share them so that others can take part as well, and collectively
we can be as effective as possible.
1) When you see positive/victorious stories, please be sure to share them too! People are taking action and making a difference in the world, in a wide variety of issue areas. If you need places to find such stories, you can check out The Optimist Daily, Yes! Magazine, DailyGood, or similar sites. Or just keep an eye out in your own feed for the uplifting things your friends post. Sharing links to these kinds of articles gives your friends and followers reminders that people do have power to effect positive change in the world. The more we see that it can be done, the more we feel empowered to take action ourselves.
2) But, of course, it would be irresponsible to simply bury our heads in the sand when it comes to the distressing news that is all around us. We share these things on Facebook partly to mourn, or to feel outraged, together with our like-minded friends. But there is a more empowering way to do that than simply hitting “share” on an upsetting article and then hitting “post”: Include a call to action. Do a little research before you make the post. Has someone already organized an online petition about the item in question? If so, you can sign the petition and then post the link asking friends to sign (and share) as well. If there is no petition yet, you can research to find out who the decision makers are for any particular issue, and either begin your own petition (change.org is one good site I have used, but there are many others) or send an email to those decision makers, and then share that to your post. (“I am outraged about the situation in the article below. I just sent the following email to my member of Congress; please feel free to copy/paste and/or adapt it, and send one to your representative as well. Let’s change this!”) Post a copy of the email you sent, and if possible, also post a link to make it easy for people to get the phone numbers and email addresses for their particular decision makers. (For members of Congress, here is a good one: www.house.gov/representatives/find-your-representative)
3) If you happen to be sharing a friend’s campaign, action, or
project, again, don’t just hit “share” and “post”, because without personal
context, most of your friends are likely to just skim past it. Instead, write
something like the following:
“My amazing friend So-and-so [tag So-and-so if they are also on
Facebook] is working on this great campaign. I’ve already [signed the petition, contacted my
representatives, donated to the campaign] and I hope you’ll consider doing so
Then include links or contact information for your friends and followers to do so, so that when they are scrolling through their feed it will be as easy and quick as possible to take that action. Very few people will take the initiative to do so themselves, but with some simple tools, many more will take action.
We need all hands on deck right now, to fight all the injustices we
learn about daily. Remembering
that we do have power to make change, and then taking the extra time to make it
easy for others to do so, will result in more positive change.
I recently had the honor of being interviewed by Matt Burns, who is touring the USA and interviewing (at least) 366 people in 366 days for his Unlikely Stories project. I sat down with him here in Portland to talk about a topic that has been on my mind lately: The value of human sensitivity within culture, and how those of us who identify as sensitive can nurture this strength, while protecting ourselves from some of the pain that can accompany sensitivity. If this topic resonates with you, I invite you to take a look:
It’s been a couple of weeks!
Re-entry into Portland took some adjusting for me, so this final blog
post of the trip has taken me a bit longer than I had anticipated.
The final leg of my train travels went nicely, although I was definitely disappointed to discover that the Silver Star train did not include a dining car, nor a panoramic lounge car. Amtrak is in the process of eliminating dining cars on their long-distance lines. I find this deeply saddening; it heralds the end of an era that I never wanted to see end. (I am now considering taking one more long-distance train trip this winter—my yearly sojourn to sunny San Diego, where I had planned to fly to maximize my time—to enjoy the dining car on the Coast Starlight, since my understanding is that they will retain that car for perhaps the longest of any of the lines. I hope they will have it at least until December or January.)
My uncle in North Carolina explained that the lack of the panoramic lounge cars on the eastern long-distance routes may be due to shorter/tighter tunnels in the eastern part of the country. The tunnels cannot accommodate the double-decker Superliner trains, so the Cardinal and Silver Star—among other lines—use Viewliner cars instead for their sleeping accommodations. These trains have “regular” lounge cars, attached to their bistro cars, like those on the regional lines such as my Northwest standby, the Cascades, which runs from Vancouver, BC to Eugene, Oregon. It’s nice to have snacks and light meals available, as well as some chairs and tables to socialize and/or look out the windows on both sides, which is harder to do from a coach or business seat or a sleeper car… but these bistro/lounges in no way compare to the dining cars and Sightseer lounge cars. So, the trip from Washington, DC to Raleigh was relaxing and scenic—I got to see one last sunset from the train—but I was a bit disappointed to miss out on those two amenities.
My time in the Raleigh area was lovely, split between my aunt and uncle and a close friend/sweetie whom I see whenever we manage to find ourselves in the same place at the same time.
I experienced a quaint rural area known as “Jugtown,” where a revival of generations-old family pottery making has sprung up in the last couple of decades. It is not a formal town, but rather a loose affiliation of perhaps a dozen neighboring homesteads, where families make and sell beautiful pottery.
I also got to tour the Raulston Arboretum and botanical garden. (They even had a small Japanese garden there, which I had not expected!)
We visited Apex’s first all-vegan restaurant, which happened to also be the first Turkish restaurant I had visited. The food was delicious, and I wished I had at least another week in the area so that I could have tried many more items on their extensive menu.
And, I got to experience a lovely twilight nature hike in William B. Umstead State Park. I am always struck by how trees and vegetation always look at least slightly different in different regions.
Lastly, I even got to go swimming, in the hotel’s pool. I hardly ever swim, and with autumn fast encroaching back in Portland, I was more than happy to enjoy a dip on a sunny upper-80s day.
My time in this area brought a truly amazing trip to a wonderful close. The flights back were kind of rough (last row, middle seat, crying baby to my left, late in the day and battling the exhaustion of a month with inadequate sleep, all of which painfully reminded me why I prefer trains to planes) and it was cool and drizzly in Portland as we touched down. My travel date was the autumnal equinox, so the end of the trip marked the change of the season, and quite dramatically so: the heat wave continued in the east, while here in Portland we have experienced temperatures dipping down into the 40s at night, and drizzly skies, since I have been back. I love my adopted hometown, but I have definitely been working through some post-trip adjustments since my return!
This trip was the longest vacation I have ever taken. It was also the most logistically complex. And, remarkably, everything that needed to go right did go right. I am so pleased with the year’s worth of visioning and concrete planning I put into this journey, as well as indescribably grateful to everyone who helped or participated in any way. I got to reconnect with so many friends and family members, from so many different places and eras in my life, and I also got to meet many wonderful new people.
I saw breathtaking scenery, from the windows of my trains as well as out on walks and a 45-mile bike ride, down in caverns, in Japanese and botanical gardens across the continent, and the beautiful property on which I grew as a child.
I will never forget this trip, nor the people who helped to make it
so magical for me.
I’m already cooking up a few more journeys, for the next few years…! Meanwhile, I’m settling back into my life in Portland, enjoying the spectacular colors and skies of October. Thank you to everyone who has followed along on this journey with me! (And, if you’re interested in dreaming up an epic journey of your own, and would like some co-brainstorming and/or logistical help, I would love to schedule a phone session to help you to turn it into a reality, so feel free to drop me a line!)
As I write this post, I am sitting in the sun porch of the house in which I spent most of my first 18 years. My parents bought the house—a huge old stone farmhouse, built in the 1700s and expanded in the 1800s, in extremely dilapidated condition—in May of 1972. I was born that November. The enclosed porch in which I now type did not exist at that time; it was a ramshackle outdoor porch. The only plumbing for the first year was one cold water faucet, in a large white rusted enamel sink, which emptied out into the yard. We didn’t get a toilet, tub, shower, or bathroom sink for another year. There was an outhouse, and my father, who commuted to the DC area in a suit and tie each day, bathed in the garden hose, my mother holding the bar of soap. (The nearest neighbors, an eccentric quartet of elderly sisters, were half a mile away.)
The house is surrounded by about 30 beautiful acres, whose appearance has changed quite a bit over the years, even in the relatively short span of my own memory. Small trees have grown large and large trees have been lost. (This trip was the first time I saw the place without its iconic, towering elm, which was recently lost to Dutch elm disease, fulfilling my parents’ warnings to me throughout childhood that it would not last forever.) Fields have waxed and waned over the years with various fence configurations and differing amounts of attention to mowing. The surrounding hills have slowly filled with McMansions, giving the area a different feel, but this property has remained—at least during the leafy summer months—an oasis, and a throwback to an earlier time. I find it a welcome retreat from the rapid pace and mostly urban surroundings of both my habitual life and this rail journey.
Yesterday I ate a paw paw fruit, straight from the tree on the
property that my parents discovered only a few years ago. (Interestingly enough, I had enjoyed a
homegrown paw paw the other day in Charlottesville, too—my friend and her
husband grow them on their property as well.) I also did my customary walk of the grounds, surveying the
property and connecting to my roots.
In the past few years, I have felt a mixture of feelings in this house and on this land. It brings back feelings of nostalgia for my childhood, and appreciation for a more rural lifestyle which, while not my adult preference, holds values I can lose sight of in my Portland life. At the same time, over the years I have become aware of the various aspects of tragic and unjust history in the place. It was only within the last few years that I learned that the house had been built, at least partially, by slave labor. Although it really shouldn’t have surprised me to learn this, given the vintage and the location of Virginia, it did. It gave me pause to think of enslaved people being forced to build a house in which they would never be allowed to live, and yet I–by mere accident of birth–was allowed to enjoy that privilege.
Thinking back a few generations before, of course there were indigenous people living and hunting on this land. In the first few years here, while working ceaselessly to bring the house back into a more habitable and comfortable condition, my parents dug through many large trash heaps on the property, as well as just in the soil around the house in the course of construction, and they found, among old coins and marbles and such, arrowheads. As a child this fascinated me, but only within the past few years have I begun to grapple with the obvious implications of this: there were people living here generations ago who were forced off their land so that people like me could live here.
Our nation’s history (and, indeed, human history in general) is
violent, oppressive, sobering to face.
And of course it is not only history; these injustices continue, in a variety of forms, into the present day. In Charlottesville the other day, my host showed me the various places on the university campus and in the downtown area where, just two years ago, white supremacists invaded the town, marching angrily with tiki torches, killing one counterdemonstrator and injuring many more by driving a car into a crowd. Of course I had read about it with horror in the national news at the time. Seeing it in person felt surreal; the place looked so calm and peaceful to me. But in Portland, now, we also have regular invasions of out-of-town white supremacists coming in to march in the streets and physically attack certain groups of people, such as visibly queer or trans folks.
We are living in a tumultuous time, in which fighting for justice,
and against oppression in any form, is as important as ever. The work continues, always.
Meanwhile, I am ever aware that this idyllic family house and
grounds will not be with us forever.
My parents, aware of their advancing years (they are nearing 80) have
been slowly, over the past decade or so, clearing out nearly a half-century’s
worth of accumulated extraneous items, and continually improving and repairing
the house, so that they might sell it at some point when it becomes too much
for them to keep up. (My sister
and I, both in the Northwest, prefer our urban environs.) So, I am doing my best to enjoy
reconnecting with them and with the space. Yesterday I began interviewing my father about his childhood
memories, which I did with my mother the last time I visited, two years
ago. They both have led such
interesting lives, and both are storehouses of a lifetime of memories, which I
would like to record in some way.
Connecting with some other folks from their generation on this trip has
reminded me of the importance of learning from our elders, as a society. I like the idea of living history
projects, where younger people interview elders—related or not—to ask about
their personal past experiences, their observations and recollections of
societal changes, and the life lessons they have learned. I would encourage anyone reading this
to “interview”—whether formally or informally—someone older, preferably with a
video or audio recording so that it can be shared with others, so that we may
all benefit from this collective wisdom.
I think I may take another walk outside now, while we still have
some glorious daylight. Tomorrow,
it’s back to Washington’s Union Station, to proceed to the last leg of my trip
in the Raleigh, NC area.
The bike ride on the W & OD Trail was everything I had hoped it would be. The trail stretches 45 miles, from Arlington, Virginia out to Purcellville, where I attended middle and high school.
I took a Lyft in the morning rush hour from Fairfax to the
trailhead, with my friend’s folding bike in the trunk. At the trailhead, I met up with the
cousin of my first-grade best friend, Lisa, who put my suitcase into his trunk
and ferried it to Tyson’s Corner during his morning commute to work, then
handed it off to Lisa’s husband, who also works in Tyson’s and who lives in
Purcellville. I was so grateful to
the three of them for helping me in this creative way to bike without a
trailer, and without generating any additional vehicle miles to do so!
The trail was as beautiful as I had hoped. After a couple of hours, I stopped for a rest in a lovely park in Vienna, Virginia, and then had lunch at the Sunflower Vegetarian Restaurant. Afterward I pressed on for about five more hours, under warm but rarely too hot sunshine. The trail took me across a number of creeks and bridges. It also took me across an overpass of Route 7, my most familiar childhood highway. I cannot count the number of times I crossed that overpass, drove under it, or exited the freeway directly before it, over the years, but always in a car. Never had I experienced that place on a bike, until two days ago. It felt amazing to do so.
On the way I also discovered a new-to-me snake (almost hit it!), a
diminutive and all-green grass snake, who was sunning itself on the pavement of
the trail. I doubled back to try
to photograph it, but it had, predictably, already squiggled off the path after
its near-death experience.
Shortly thereafter, I rode past a strangely abandoned pair of velvety
rose-colored couches and frilly pillows, in a gravel pull-out lot with
shattered glass in front of them.
I decided they were bizarre enough to require a glamour-shot selfie, so
I turned back to take one.
Toward the end of the trail, I found a low-tech safety mirror at a
blind curve, and took a surreal selfie there as well.
Later, after passing my high school and running late to meet my parents, a man in a red, white, and green spandex cycling jersey with the word “Italia” emblazoned upon it—whom I had seen earlier on the trail, traveling the other direction—passed by me, and called out, “Your parents are waiting for you at the end of the trail!” I was quite surprised—how did he know it was me?—but cheerfully called back, “thank you!” as he receded into the distance. Sure enough, a few minutes later I hit the end of my journey, and found my parents reading a placard that described the history of the trail.
We went out for a delicious Thai dinner at a local place I found on HappyCow, and then went back to the homestead, where I soon collapsed into bed.
The Cardinal train was an interesting experience. I definitely enjoyed the scenery, but I found that the physical trains themselves (I took two: one from Chicago to Charlottesville, and the other from Charlottesville to Washington, DC) were a bit unusual. The dining car was “modified,” meaning no vegan lunch option, no reserved seating, no announcements for meals at all. There were two “lounges,” but one seemed to have a snack bar that was perpetually closed, and both were much smaller than the panoramic lounge cars on the Superliner trains. I had thought the Cardinal was a traditional Superliner, but apparently it’s a bit different.
The other thing that surprised me a lot in my sleeper car was that
the toilet and sink were right next to the seat/bed! There were no shared bathrooms in the sleeping-car section,
and no shower that I could find, so that was all different. In some ways I found it more convenient
to have the toilet and sink right there, but it also did feel a bit odd to use
the toilet directly next to where I was sitting or sleeping. (And many people travel with two people
per roomette, so there could be a privacy issue there!) In addition, I found that the water
pressure from the sink was so high that there was almost no way I could wash my
hands or brush my teeth without spraying water all over my seat or bed and
belongings, which was less than ideal.
Overall, I prefer the west-of-Chicago Superliner trains I have experienced. But, I’m glad I finally got to experience the Cardinal. I did eat dinner the first night, and had a nice conversation with someone from Cincinnati. On the Charlottesville-to-DC leg of the trip, I took Business Class since it was only a three-hour trip, and had a lovely conversation with my seatmate from Lowell, Massachusetts. She and I talked about staying in touch.
In Charlottesville, I had a wonderful time, staying with a friend of a friend who has spent her entire career working on clean-water issues, for the nation via the Clean Water Act (all the way back to when Nixon signed it into law in the 1970s) as well as more recently in her surrounding area. She drove me all around the Charlottesville area, and I was reminded of why people say Virginia is one of the most beautiful states in the union. After the incredible beauty of the arid western states on the train, the rolling hills of West Virginia (on the Cardinal train) and the areas around Charlottesville were a completely different kind of natural wonder. The trees were just starting to turn, and it felt like I had arrived during a magical moment in time.
The other big highlight of my Charlottesville stay was on Saturday, when I reconnected with a friend I knew from 20 years ago in Portland. We were both native Virginians, but found ourselves living in the same apartment building in SE Portland… and later discovered we were born only two days apart, in the same year! She and her husband and 12-year-old son, neither of whom I had yet met, drove several hours from their home southwest of Charlottesville, to pick me up there, and then we drove about another hour and a half to see Luray Caverns. I had visited that place at age six, with my grandmother and my two-year-old sister, and found it captivating. When I realized the train would be going near there on this trip, I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to relive some childhood magic.
The caverns did not disappoint; they were just as breathtaking as I
had remembered from 40 years ago.
I’m so glad I got to go! I
also enjoyed the time I spent with my friend and her family, as well as dinner
with their extended family on the way back home.
Then, yesterday, I boarded the train in the afternoon, and
disembarked at Washington’s Union Station in the evening. I made my way to my friend’s home in
Fairfax, Virginia, which took nearly two hours via the Metro subway. But she picked me up at the station to
drive me the last segment of the journey.
I got to meet her two chihuahuas, which continued the theme of adorable
pets across the country. (A
snuggly cat in San Francisco, an energetic beagle in Denver, two huge fluffy
cats in Chicago, and a snuggly poodle and enthusiastic miniature schnauzer in
After dinner at the nearby vegan-friendly Silver Diner, we called it a night. This morning, after she left for work, I headed back into DC. First I went to the always incredible NuVegan Café (if you ever find yourself in Washington, do not miss it!!) where I ran into a friend who lives just a few blocks away from NuVegan, but who had returned only yesterday from a two-week trip to Portugal, Spain, and Morocco! I expected that she would be sleeping all day, but no, there she was in the café. We got to catch up a bit, before I headed out again, on foot, to the stalwart Sticky Fingers Bakery. I devoured a mocha cupcake on the spot, and bought a few treats for later, and then caught a bus to the National Cathedral. Wow! The architecture, both inside and out, was incredible. There was a choir of teenagers practicing inside, which made the place even more magical. I sat in a pew for a while and soaked it all in, then toured the rest of the place.
The light was about to start fading, and I needed to practice
assembling and riding the folding bike my host will be graciously lending me
tomorrow for my epic ride of the 40-mile W & OD Trail, so I began the long
process of returning to Fairfax.
(This trip involved two buses, a train, and a Lyft, and totaled more
than two hours.) In the Metro
station in the city, I noticed someone distinctive-looking whom I had glimpsed
on a prior vacation in a completely different locale, but had never spoken
with. I introduced myself, and we
had a wonderful chat for the next half-hour or so on the train, until his stop.
He said he had been having a stressful and unpleasant day at work, so it lifted
his spirits to be “found” by a near-stranger. We took a selfie, and each left the interaction with a
So much magic on this trip.
I’m going to turn in now, so that I can wake up in time to be fresh
for my bike ride!
Chicago has been wonderful so far! I am staying with warm and fascinating friends of a friend in a historic building within the beautiful Hyde Park neighborhood. I spent all of yesterday with a dear friend exploring the Anderson Gardens and the Chicago Botanic Garden (which also contains a beautiful Japanese garden.) In between, we had another delicious meal at the newly relocated, all vegan Kitchen 17. (When I saw that they had a cheeseburger pizza, I was reminded of the wonderful offering at Rudy’s Pizza in Portland, so I knew that’s what we had to order!)
The weather has been predictably humid, but not as hot as I had
feared. Last night we had a rain-
and thunderstorm, so I am definitely getting my fill of those! The moisture in the air has actually been
a welcome counterpoint to the aridness of Denver. The two gardens we visited were large and gave an
all-encompassing feel. We weren’t
able to cover the whole botanic garden, but the parts that we saw were
absolutely wonderful, and the trees and open areas surrounding each separate
garden gave a holistic magical feel to the whole place.
My mood is much improved. I have been able to catch up on some sleep, and I got wonderful news from Johnny: not only did his stressful situation get reversed, but almost exactly on the one-year anniversary of the garden’s first NBC news coverage (their first national coverage) he learned that NBC News will be filming a TV segment about the now-nearly-completed garden on September 27th!
The flow keeps flowing. I’m looking forward to visiting more parks and restaurants today (hopefully including a third Japanese garden, in nearby Jackson Park) and then making my way back to Union Station to board another new-to-me train, and head into Charlottesville!
Denver was a quieter, more relaxing stop, which was just what I
The train trip between the Bay Area and Denver was beyond
breathtaking. I could scarcely
believe what I was seeing out the windows. I understand why people call this the most beautiful line in
the system. I’m including a few of the photos in this post; to see more, feel
free to follow me on Instagram (@dreamintochange).
I did my best to stay present with myself and my surroundings on that leg of the journey, but I admit I was somewhat glued to my camera, and even when I put it away, I could feel the “pressure” to enjoy all the scenery in each moment, while I could. I did have some good conversations with dining and lounge car companions. (One such fellow told me that he thought the Cardinal line—the one I will board next—is actually the most beautiful line in the system, surpassing even the Zephyr. Wow!) But despite my pronounced lack of sleep these past two weeks or so, I didn’t dare to nap for more than a few minutes, for fear of missing more spectacular views.
We even had a thunder, lightning, and heavy rain storm right before
our arrival, which actually delayed our arrival by about 15 minutes.
But when I disembarked in Denver, the storm subsided, and I began to
enjoy some nice downtime. I stayed
with the relative of a friend, in the northern suburbs, and got to spend time
with his adorable beagle, and walking along the beautiful
giant-cottonwood-lined trail behind his home.
I got a good night’s sleep in a non-moving bed, and the next day we headed out to Watercourse, possibly Denver’s best-known vegan restaurant. I had a delicious skillet meal for breakfast. Then we proceeded to the Denver Botanic Gardens. It was a huge place, filled with a profusion of flowers and exotic plants, and there wasn’t time to see it all, but we enjoyed the tropical and Japanese gardens in particular.
On our way back to spend more time with the dog, we stopped at Beet Box, an all vegan bakery, where I grabbed a cinnamon roll and chocolate croissant to enjoy later.
The rest of the afternoon was spent in quiet reverie, which gave me
time to rest my mind and enjoy the journey so far.
In the evening, we headed back downtown to the train station. Sadly, a few years ago the station was sold
to a swanky hotel, whose designers gutted the original station, keeping the
rail aesthetic but replacing most of the practical infrastructure with
expensive restaurants and bars, and relegating the Amtrak office to a small,
hidden corner. This was sad, but I
had to admit that the building remained majestic, inside and out.
The remainder of this portion of my trip, to Chicago (where I will
be disembarking in about an hour) has also been quiet, and slightly less
idyllic than the earlier part.
This particular train set, for example, seems to be older than the
one from the day before. It sounds
more rattle-y. I got thrown around
in my bunk more last night (probably also because this time I was on the upper
level); I actually awoke with some fright more than once during the night,
hoping we would be able to stay on the rails. Fortunately, we did.
But we had another deluge + electrical storm (definitely fun for
this Virginia-raised gal who has gone without such storms for almost 30 years
in Portland) on this train, and I found that all the couplings between the cars
had begun dripping heavily afterward, falling onto passengers as we walked
through, and leaving dangerously slick puddles on the floors.
Further, my roomette was too cold for comfort last night, and the
single thin blanket was not enough to keep me warm. I didn’t want to disturb the attendant at a late hour by
asking for another blanket, so I toughed it out, but this did not make for a
restful sleep. I recalled the
advice I received on one of my first long-distance train trips, nearly 20 years
ago, and stuffed my towel into the overhead vent that was blowing cold air and
could not be closed… but that was a minimal help as well, since it could not be
Meanwhile, my mind briefly slipped out of “vacation mode” and found
things to worry about: payroll at my employer, which I would need to handle
remotely; bad news I had just received via email from my partner Johnny about a
seemingly crushing setback he has encountered in his work on the prison healing
garden; worries about the state of the world, and my place in it…
This is a major journey I am undertaking. It makes sense that I would experience a variety of physical, mental, and emotional states along the way. I am perhaps one-third of the way through this trip. I continue to read “Planetwalker,” by John Francis, and marvel at the geographic and spiritual journey that he describes. I know that everything I experience on this trip, whether blissful or painful, is a part of my journey, and a part of my human condition.