’s been 22 days since my hip replacement surgery, and the hardest part is slowing down. I want to be healed. I want to dance, to stretch, to slide into bed without tweaking pain, to sleep on any side I choose. I want to jump into the ocean and then slide into a hot bubble bath.
I sat quietly in the giant hand, the stone warmed by the sun, and listened to my heartbeat among the children shouting and laughing in different languages around me. I thought about the 20-year-old me who had been full of childlike wonder and adventure and enchanted by everything about Paris and living out my dream of visiting such a magnificent city. I thought about 28-year-old me climbing the hand with my soulmate and best friend, wrapping our arms around each other, feeling like we would be intertwined forever… one glorious treasured moment caught on camera. I didn’t know then that it wouldn’t last forever. And here I was, 50-year-old me, letting the hand gently hold me.
My travels haven’t all been unicorns and fairies. In fact, I have met some pretty rude trolls on my journeys, and I don’t mean the cute kind with the fluffy pink hair; I mean the dark slimy kind that live under bridges.
And now, I have a marvelous treasure safely stored in a rainbow silk scarf, some fragile fragments of a certain palace, a palace so beautiful you can still see its reflections in the sky over Mt. Kilimanjaro when the light is just right.
I don’t know why, but somehow, in my 20’s, I ended up dancing on many tables. As a professional belly dancer, I have been pulled up to dance on hundreds of tabletops, but I’m surprised how often I have ended up dancing on tables while
The Night Our Hotel Room Disappeared
Here’s my spicy story of one night in Amsterdam…
When I travel, I can’t resist a quirky hat shop. While exploring Candlemaker’s Row in Edinburgh, I ended up in a hat shop called Rosie’s. My best friend, Kim and I, tried on hat after hat, taking on their personalities, from jaunty riding hats to
There are songs and poems and endless legends about rainbows, and I love them all. In fact, I consider myself a bit of a rainbow connoisseur. I have seen my fair share of rainbows, but nothing prepared me for the day we saw thirteen rainbows
Kim and I walked deep into the surrounding wild woods, looking closely underneath vibrant polka-dotted mushrooms. We even stepped into mushroom rings, one at a time, holding hands in case one of us disappeared into Fairy World…
