Stepping out of my tent, taking a sip of fresh mountain air, I greeted the birds and thought, what will we be doing today?
Mythology tells us the Greek gods ate ambrosia and drank nectar, giving them strength and immortality. But what sort of vessel could contain such a potion? No mere cup suffices.
When is a cathedral not a church?
Some guys get their jollies from new power tools. Others, from a new set of golf clubs or a drone to fly around the neighborhood. We all, with any luck, have interests outside of putting food on the table and paying the bills, and often those interests have “toys” that support them.
You ever have one of those times when you can’t stop smiling?
The feeling was surreal.
The small boy, who couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6 years old, bravely stepped up and took my hand as I descended the steps of the bus. He then led me off to discover his world.
Our jet arrived in the South American skies over the city of Lima, Peru along with the first rays of morning sunshine. Looking down with anticipation we wondered what would be revealed as we completed our long overnight flight from Portland.
The invitation was unexpected.
We found ourselves among ponds, strewn with cattails, broadleaf arrowhead, and lilypads. Songs of birds with a bass line of bullfrogs filled the air. Ducks paddled about, and monopolized the walking paths.