Tag: Homecoming
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Homecoming Remix
Over the last year and a half I have scrutinized the notion of home and my personal perspective on “homeness“. I’ve discovered that the experience of homecoming is perhaps one of the best barometers for indicating where (and with whom) we feel most at home. So today I offer you a homecoming remix — a…
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Ferry Rhythm
Since our earliest interest in Rosslyn — back in 2005-2006 when we were falling in love with this property but still unable to fathom how we might transform our pipe dream into reality — the ferry rhythm appealed to me. The ferry’s visual and audible “metronome” braided a subtle but hypnotic soundtrack into our visits.…
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Declutter
Where can you reduce clutter in your life? Where, oh, where can we reduce clutter in our life? Everywhere! So much stuff — physical, verbal, creative, emotional, psychological, social — ready to be filtered and distilled. Things to downsize. Bits and bobs to organize. Debris to purge. Busyness to abbreviate. Distractions to alleviate… Over the…
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Road Trip
Wandering. Meandering. Adventuring. Road tripping. For a website revolving around a home, a property, and a place, Rosslyn Redux certainly embraces plenty of peripateticism. Rooted roving? Seems contradictory, right? Perhaps not. Today’s Bloganuary prompt, directing me contemplate past road trips, might advance a glimmer of insight. Let’s find out. Think back on your most memorable…
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Holiday Homecoming
What a wellspring of euphoria this evening! We returned to Rosslyn after briefly sojourning in Santa Fe, returned to a delicate frosting of snow underfoot, early dwindling natural light, holiday lights glowing in windows, 28° outside, toasty inside, the promise of savory stew and spicy cider wafting like a whimsical Christmas carol,… Rosslyn welcomed us…
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Before Time Runs Out
Since returning home to Rosslyn almost two months ago after a capricious walkabout with Susan, Denise, and John, some of the joy and celebration of homecoming has been overshadowed with waiting, delays, anticipation, setbacks, deferring, etc. This tension between ebullient gratitude and serial deferral is sometimes motivating, sometimes profoundly vexing. Lately, more of the latter…
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Home is Wherever I’m with You
Homecoming! After a week in the Gila Wilderness with John Davis and other Rewilding friends I’m reunited with my beautiful bride. The photo above has *almost* nothing to do with my backcountry adventures in the middle of 3 million acres of New Mexico wilderness. That image was taken about a month ago when Susan and…
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Another Nival Homecoming
Back for anothernival homecoming.Fluttering flurriesobscuring sunset,muting day to night, ground mounding, roundingwith fresh fallen snow.The sound of no sound,snowflakes silencing,softening contours,and settling scores.Slumber’s siren songswaddled in silver,swirling and whirling,mesmerizing me,mesmerizing usuntil tomorrow. Nival?!?! There aren’t too many opportunities to nudge “nival” into conversation even in this northern wonderland. But as a language romantic often employing…
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On the Level
On the level, both literally and figuratively, this first full day at home has been invigorating and encouraging. As I’ve mentioned elsewhere, there are several concurrent projects in the works. Inside and outside. Home and outbuildings. Plenty of potential for discombobulation… But, by in large, this impromptu return to Rosslyn has been profoundly positive. The…
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Snow Falling on Homecoming
Today’s ferry ride from Charlotte to Essex — with snow falling on homecoming — tasted bittersweet if vaguely familiar. There was a wellspring of anticipation upon returning to inspect firsthand the team’s progress on the icehouse rehab, boathouse gangway, and some painting and tiling maintenance inside our home. There was also the poignant pique of…
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Crappy Homecoming
Sorry about that title. Crappy homecoming. Yuck. Not exactly the eggnog-y, balsam fire aromas one dreams of this time of year. Joyful Homecoming One blessing of living at Rosslyn is that travel – no matter how captivating – never eclipses the joy of returning home. That’s a bizarre admission from an unabashed wanderer, but it’s…