Archive for June, 2010



It was 90 last week. I’d forgotten what it was like to move around New York on a truly hot day.

Move a little slower. Just a little.

Stop for water. Buy ice cream, slowly eat. Ponder the deep things of life that you’re normally moving too fast to feel, to notice.

In the heat, there is slowness. In the slowness, you find rest. And rest breeds a slowly opening internal smile for most New Yorkers. It’s … pleasant. Pleasant is the word.

It would be downright nice if you weren’t sweating so much. You stop caring about how you look. Gym clothes will do for hours after the gym. The smallest, loosest, lightest garments are all that will do here. Makeup would have melted off long ago, if you’d taken the time to apply it, and besides – you like the way you look with the warm flush of the heat on your cheeks as you check out your reflection in the shop windows past which you are walking. Slowly.
The subway. Refreshing? Yes, actually. Until you transfer, suffering in the oppressive heat of the tunnels, carrying your body up those stairs, feet swollen and aching from the heat, until you dash into the train, just catching it, not realizing until it’s too late you chose the car with no air conditioning.

It’s hot.


Still Traveling Light

I’m not officially traveling anymore. I’m back in New York, which is home in a way that nowhere else has ever been. I have no plans to leave at the moment, save for a conference here and a family wedding there. I am not carrying my camera everywhere I go nor trying to decipher foreign languages to find the exit, and I have a job.

I’m not officially traveling.

But I’m not officially done with it either. I also don’t have an apartment, a permanent address, or a clearly defined five-year plan. (Really, I don’t even have a five-month plan.) I’m not emotionally ready to give up my travels, nor the place Europe has come to occupy in my heart, so I won’t. What does that mean practically? Haven’t a clue.

That’s not true, actually. I am going to keep up this blog. That’s reasonably practical. When I thought about names, I liked Traveling Light because it had a couple of double meanings that I liked the idea of applying to my life in general. I’ll let you ponder those.

I’d love to say that travel is a state of mind, but it’s really not. It’s hard to be in a “everything’s a new adventure” state of mind when you’re in your hometown. But my eyes are focused on the promise of things to come and grateful for the richness of blessing that’s right in front of me. I’m most definitely on the road.


Where I’ve Been

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