A wander along Lake Wauberg to the symphony of Archie Carr’s favorite frogs brought memories flooding back of gentler times.
Florida settled into my soul like a fine mist during my childhood, thanks to my father’s dreams. In the late 1950s, he came to stay with family in West Palm Beach to recuperate from major life changes he’d experienced, from the loss of his father to his mother’s remarriage and his dream of college slipping away.
All is still, pristine, natural. Night closes in, and I hear the lapping of the river beneath my window as the houseboat gently rocks.
At Nepal’s Royal Chitwan National Park, every moment is an adventure. Especially when you encounter rhinos up close, and on foot.
A walk on the meditative garden paths at Sholom Park in Ocala, Florida’s peace park, for quiet contemplation and remembrance of my father, who passed this month and enjoyed this garden near his home.