slowly she turned
Living the Slow life in North Carolina
Author: Laurie
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I’m excited to announce that paper and book artist Susanne Martin and I will have a space together at August Art Oasis outside the Greensboro Cultural Center on Davie St., in downtown Greensboro. This will be my first venture as a paper and book artist. First Friday August 7 from 6:00-9:00 pm August Art Oasis…
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Thich Nhat Hahn’s teachings were my first introduction to mindfulness, and my first steps in healing my frantic soul. He is on Facebook (yes! really!) and posted this today, which I’m sure that he would like for me to share with you. You can also go to the Plum Village website and the Mindfulness Bell…
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I hope that you’re enjoying the Alaskan weather that we sent ahead of us. No need to thank me. Sometime during our trip our funky programmable thermostat that we don’t have instructions for and don’t quite understand reset itself to 65 degrees, so we returned to a very chilly inside temperature too. Got back to…
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Sunday, July 19 8:18 a.m. Waiting to disembark the ship with a tour. Dread going through all the customs & security lines. [Wasn’t nearly as bad as the day we came, when we had to go through Canadian and then right back through US customs within a couple of hours!] We are sitting in Pacific…
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[Sunset from Friday night – the sun didn’t set until around 10 p.m.] around 10 a.m. we are back in the inside passage on our way back to Vancouver tomorrow. Yesterday’s waves and sun and clouds were a nice change but I started getting sea sick after dinner because the ship was rolling back and…
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[The following was written the day after we visited Skagway because I tended to write first thing in the morning.] friday, july 17th – AT SEA- About halfway through the day yesterday, l lost my capability to use words to describe the beauty we were seeing. So I’ll have to print out of lot of…
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[These photos do not do this experience justice. Not only were we trying to get photos from a moving train, our camera, like those poor pack horses and mules worked to death on the Trail of ’98, was on its last legs. This was an expensive ride, and well worth the money. Sandy took many…
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[Just when you thought that it couldn’t possibly get any prettier, we came to Sawyer Glacier.] [The way back.] [The following was written the next morning.] Thursday, July 16. 7 a.m. the ship is barely moving as it moves in to dock. Had a light breakfast only because of meds. I am overstuffed from eating…
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[The nicest surprise of the trip was that I fell totally in love with icebergs. I’d love to do a series of photographs of nothing but icebergs.] [Harbor seals rest on icebergs where they don’t have to worry about being eaten by orcas.]
slowly she turned 