the dreaming Press.

Tea? Why, yes please....

If I invited you in for tea, would you accept?

Would you offer my child a sweet?  Ask him his name?

Would it matter to you that my second floor was absent? Waiting patiently for the second generation to build and move their family in, according to tradition....?

  
Will your children understand the level of patience and calm that our children afford them- in the face of no video games or television to distract them....?

When you stop to breathe in our landscape, will you allow us our space? That in which we have not built up in the name of commerce or gain?  We have precious things to offer the world that don't involve competing with larger cities or countries....!  We hold our own, thank you.

Would you join us for herbal tea?  Perchance in places where famous people were taking steps in their own journeys?  Tea with mint never tasted so nice!  Oh and beautiful Israel is just 15 feet away.  However, do not veer off the provided path, for land mines are located any which way, and cameras are trained on your every step-so going off the path could mean any number of troubles for you!  We are in a military zone, you see. (It is for your own protection, dear friends.)

My goodness the river is cold.  COLD.  See page 157 of the April 2010 National Geographic to see just exactly where a certain group of travellers stood, not three weeks ago.

If you feel enough at home then please accept our hospitality.  We'll be insulted if you do not. 

So-one lump or two? It would seem that in Jordan, sugar in your tea is the norm.  It is expected.  So if this sounds like your kind of place, do visit and stay for tea.  You won't regret a single moment of it.  xo

As usual click to enlarge the photos.  However, the shot of the little girl at Petra was out of focus, but she was so cute I couldn't stand not posting her, so forgive the photographers blunder. :)

*i love the simple things*

*grapefruit that grows outside your door

*sunlight that grows the grapefruit right outside your door

*raw brown sugar on steel cut oats

*driving with no maps, getting lost, and loving it

 

*welcome mats

*front doors with character

*friends: old, new, ones that left and are back again, ones that left and have stayed gone (I wish you well), ones that are fleshy, ones that are virtual, ones that love me back

*rock and roll music really loud.  no, REALLY loud.

*flying over the Grand Canyon

 

*swimming in crisp blue water while looking for fish, also known as snorkeling

*waves breaking at sunrise, coffee in my hand

*hiking

*sleeping

*dreaming

*meeting friends for dinner

*smelly candles

*freshly laundered bedsheets

*bubbles in my bath

*Bailey's in my coffee

*rum in my Egg Nog

*helping my kids hatch Sea Monkeys

*breathing.
 
Thank you Christina, at Soul Aperture for hosting this *love infused* series of lists.  Gratitude can be cultivated in copious amounts if we only pay attention. Scroll down to read my first post today, a whirlwind tour of southern California taken last week.  xo

I'm baaaaaaack! Did you miss me? Please tell me you did!

 Greenwich Village yarn shop :)

Because what good is us being friends if we don't require each other's company?  Hmm?  I've been secretly popping in to read your blogs over the last few weeks.  No one knows I'm there...I'm somewhat of an anonymous apparition.  I haven't commented, due to a lack of time, and sometimes it's good to read without the obligation of leaving my mark.  After all, lots of you read me and leave no trace!  Which is also the very reason I thought I'd give you a break and make the last post a no comment zone.  It's good to be free, isn't it people?

During my walks through Manhattan with two of my most favourite, loving, sweet people on the planet, I wore a new Bob Marley t-shirt that reads, "Could you be loved?"

YES! I can.  Can you?? I'm going to share with you over the next few days some pics from our little adventure on Bleecker Street and beyond.  I hope you stop in and have a look.

I've missed you.

xo