Philosophy can sneak up on you

Philosophy can sneak up on you

I’ve spent a fair bit of time on long airplane flights lately, so I allow myself a nice juicy novel.
Dan Brown, of The Da Vinci Code fame, has a new one out.
It’s pretty good as a novel, but it also sneaks up on you with interesting takes on the very nature of human consciousness.  What does that mean?  Well, for instance, is death really death?
Not Lost in Translation

Not Lost in Translation

Part of the fun of traveling, for me, is finding out how everyday things are the same or are different.
What a treat to find Pigs in a Blanket in France.  And what a giggle to find they are called “Sausages in Costume”!!
A Message from the Ocean

A Message from the Ocean

And now, with more news from Ireland, look what the beach gave to me. We took walks in the mornings while we were staying on Rosslare Strand, watching the brave souls wild swim in the cold waves, and one day this little heart appeared at my feet. I was looking to add to my collection of stones that I wrap and weave with threads and yarn, but I think this one stands by itself.

Cooler By the Lake

Cooler By the Lake

I’ve sewn almost all my life, but I’ve never dipped my toe into the designing merch waters until now.  “Cooler by the Lake” is a phrase you hear often in my Chicago neighborhood, but most of the shirts with the slogan either don’t have the neckline I like, or reference the Michigan side.
This is one of those projects I’ve had in mind to try for quite a while, but since a lot of people have had a lot to say about Chicago lately, the time seemed right.
It will be a couple of weeks before I see how it turned out, and we’ll see where it goes from there.  If I like it, this could be the start of something fun.
A Little Bit of Awe

A Little Bit of Awe

I will probably never walk the Camino del Santiago, though I have it on good authority it is life changing.
I’m also pretty sure I will never hike any significant portion of the Appalachian Trail, similarly life-changing.
I did, though, do an hour long stretch of St. Declan’s Way this month.  It’s a 104 km long pilgrimage walk, and the part I walked, once in moody mist and once in filtered sun, runs along a dramatic cliff near the village of Ardmore.  Awe-some, and couldn’t we all use a bit of awe.