Category Archives: Travel

Purple flowers, Villa Blanca, Colombia

1 April 2010
Villa Blanca, Colombia

I try to post purple flower pictures once a week,
an act of discipline,
creating a theme,
building an audience
(know that I deeply appreciate both of you).

However, today I did a blog post on Colombia for work.
And as I looked for a picture,
I came across this one
and it too me back
to a very special day.

At Villa Blanca, where displaced Colombians,
who in an act of courage and grace
beyond my imagining rebuild and start anew,
on a sunny April day, gathered
Presbyterians from Colombia and Presbyterians from the United States.

With agricultural implements
and symbols of faith,
a worship space was created;
prayers were said, songs were song,
love was shared.

I was there.
I remember the people.
I remember the time.
But until I saw this picture,
I had forgotten the purple flowers.

See you along the Trail.

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Why I like New York 6 – Learning Opportunities

It amazes me what I can learn and where I can learn it in New York.

On the Uptown 1 this evening, I noticed a guy who sat reading his iPad and massaging his gums with his finger. I did not watch long. Not a pretty sight.

As I turned away, I realized how foolish I had been.

I had always seen the subway as a means of transportation.

Silly me.

It is actually a moving self-care-based dental facility.

See you along the Trail.

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Where might the Trail next turn

I just discovered that I have way more frequent flyer miles than I thought. It seems like I should take a trip somewhere and use them.

Any suggestions?

It would be good to go somewhere I could stay for free.

Any invitations?

Either way, see you along the Trail.

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The rant of privilege

Detroit Metropolitan Wayne County Airport

Detroit Metropolitan Wayne County Airport (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I recognize my privilege in being able to travel.

I recognize my privilege in being able to travel by air.

I recognize how amazing the whole concept of flight is.

I recognize that most times, travel goes far more smoothly than I have any right to expect.

I recognize that.

And when things go wrong. I whine. I acknowledge my privilege. And I whine.

Here, in a series of Facebook posts, is what happened today:

10:05 AM more or less
The plane left the gate, taxied to the runway, where we now sit waiting for an open gate to which the plane can return to have a steering issue corrected. Do we get frequent flyer miles for taxiing back and forth? Or frequent sitting points?

10:35 AM more or less
And we’re back at the gate. What a short, strange trip it’s been.

10:45 AM more or less
And we’re getting off. In Louisville. Jordan is working on our flights. Amazing how he can do that and talk to us on the plane at the same time.

11:00 AM more or less
Rebooked. Kind of like being rebooted.

11:02 AM more or less
Why did the child laugh when he saw our plane is going thru Detroit?

11:05 AM
“Your plane will leave at 11:00 so you can make the connection,” said the gate agent at 11:05 with no plane at the jetway and the crew standing inside the airport.

11:08 AM
Always nice to have these kind of travel issues when no one cares when you arrive.

11:24 AM
Now boarding the plane that left at 11:00. It’s 11:24. Hope the plane is still there.

11:30 AM more or less
Now waiting for fuel for the plane. Those frequent sitting points keep accumulating.

11:35 AM more or less
Fuel truck arrived at plane. Could this lead to movement? In the air?

11:45 AM more or less
The door is closed. Will the next text be from DTW?

12:10 PM more or less
DTW

12:40 PM more or less
And on another plane. A much bigger plane. But still sitting. The rant of privilege goes on and on.

12:58 PM more or less
“We look forward to seeing you on your way back,” says the DTW gate agent. Not real good news to those of us who have had today’s adventure in SDF

3:02 PM more or less
LGA. The adventure draws to a close.

3:03 PM more or less
Apparently I was in an “economy comfort” seat. Not all the parts of my anatomy feel comfortable, though.

3:20 PM more or less
Have my bag.

4:12 PM more or less
The Shire on the Hudson

The day’s travel draws to a close. Other days – better days, worse days, different days – will follow.

And on those days, I’ll see you along the Trail.

 

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Wistfulness

Wistfulness mixes with joy
as I read Eric’s three-letter text:
ABQ.
He has landed in Albuquerque
for another summer at Ghost Ranch.
Joy.
It appears most likely
I will not spend
any time in
New Mexico
this year.
Wistfulness.
So I post this photo of the Sandias
taken from the Rio Grande Nature Center
and smile.

See you along the Trail …
just not the Trail in New Mexico …
at least this year.

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Purple flowers, Ghost Ranch 1

Ghost Ranch
Abiquiu, New Mexico
30 July 2008

It has become a series. Purple flowers. Not a celebration of Northwestern University. Not a purple haze. But a purple phase.

A photo of purple flowers will appear each Monday – at least as long as there are photos to post. The shades will vary. Some may argue that certain flowers are not purple. That could be the case, but my decision will be final.

I will name few, if any of the flowers. I take the photos for the color and because they interest me. As far as possible, I will identify the location of the flowers and the date of the photo.

See you along the Trail.

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Purple flowers, Titanic Memorial Garden, Belfast City Hall

A few days back I posted a photo of some purple flowers from the Central Park Zoo. These purple flowers (again I don’t know their name) grace the Titanic Memorial Garden outside of Belfast City Hall. The new Titanic Belfast held little attraction. But we had scheduled a meeting with our friend Zoe at Belfast City Hall. We arrived early and the garden seemed a good place to visit while we waited – a place of beauty, remembrance, serenity – and purple flowers.

See you along the Trail.

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Patrick

Did he find what
he sought when
all those years ago,
he left home behind
and journeyed across the
sea?

Does his spirit
somehow linger
waiting to greet the
son of the
daughter of the
son
who returned
to his native land,
journeying
in hours, not days,
by air, not  sea,
to celebrate the present
and seek something of the
past?

26 April 2012
DL 92

 

 

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Gone

A gaze,
a jerk,
a word;
broken,
the mood
is gone.

26 April 2012
 DL 92

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Something to ponder

A large Celtic cross stands on the edge of old quarry near the Glencree Centre for Peace and Reconciliation in County Wicklow, Ireland. The cross itself comes as no surprise, such crosses are found across Ireland. What makes this cross worth a comment is what lies below.

Below the  cross, at the foot of the rock wall, is the German Military Cemetery. Here lie the remains of fifty-three German air and naval service men killed during the Second World War. Some fell into Ireland from the sky when their planes went down. The sea deposited others on the Irish coast.

Forty-six German civilians rest with them – detainees being shipped from England to Canada upon a ship torpedoed by a German U-boat. Six soldiers from the First World War are also buried there. They died while prisoners in a British prisoner of war camp in Ireland. One person has an individual memorial – Hermann Gortz, who served as a spy in Ireland and committed suicide after the war to avoid deportation that he feared would put him in Soviet hands.

Smaller crosses and gravestones fill the cemetery itself. A “Hall of Honour” provides a place for reflection and prayer.

The cemetery’s stark simplicity  combines with its beauty to provide much to ponder about the human cost of war and the common humanity of the men and women who serve in the military of every nation. As John McCutcheon puts it in his song, “Christmas in the Trenches“:

the ones who call the shots won’t be among the dead and lame
And on each end of the rifle we’re the same.

See you along the Trail.

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