• be merry,  joie de vivre

    What is YOUR Hygge?

    Yesterday I saw a commercial about making life more hygge.  I watched and listened, and then I chuckled to myself. How ironic that someone chose to commercialize hygge. And how demeaning.    Commercialization is the antithesis of hygge, I am certain of that. What exactly is hygge?  It is a buzz word, for sure; I had been hearing it everywhere. But I wasn’t certain of its meaning.  That is, until I discovered this gem on Alex Beauchamp’s hyggehouse.com: Hygge (pronounced hue-guh not hoo-gah) is a Danish word used when acknowledging a feeling or moment, whether alone or with friends, at home or out, ordinary or extraordinary as cosy, charming or…

  • be merry,  exploring

    ¡Viva la Cuba!

    Ernest Hemingway: author, hunter, explorer, tippler. His life was rife with women—wives and inamoratas, those he loved, and those who loved him. But he was most loyal to one thing: rapture. He was exhilarated by that which was charismatic and dynamic, unbridled and intoxicating. That which could not be tamed or conquered. That which was voluptuous. She would be his one true mistress. Her name was Cuba. Hemingway loved Cuba so much that he considered himself a “Cubano Sato,” or “half-breed Cuban.” And who can blame him?  I wasn’t there long, but it was long enough to be seduced by her energy, her emotions, and her beauty. However, I must…

  • The Raven's Nest

    No Such Thing as a Common Raven

      I refer to one section of my blog as The Raven’s Nest. Why? Because it is a collection of things I like, similar to a raven’s collection of shiny objects with which to line its nest. Actually, while that is an endearing thought, it is a misconception. Ravens do not hoard shiny objects. Regardless, I like the notion because I do hoard shiny objects–and dogs and seashells and books–to line my nest.  Let me take this opportunity to share with you some truths about my spirit animal, the raven…

  • be merry,  exploring

    Côte d’Azur—33 miles of heaven

    Cote d’Azur. It sounds sexy just saying it.           Where did you summer?             The Cote d’Azur.   Sexy. NICE, FRANCE Our first day here, we hit the ground running. We browsed the striped canopies of the Cours Saleya market on the periphery of Vieux-Nice (old Nice). Here we found an intoxicating number of vendors with cheeses, oils, artisan salts, breads, and fruits–the essentials for a picnic on the beach, or in our case, a picnic in Parc du Chateau. A bottle of sparkling wine in hand, we hoofed it to the top of the Parc du Chateau (Castle Park) for a…