Many, many times in the last 14 years I have flown the thirty-some hour passage between Portland, Oregon and the Limpopo province of South Africa and I did it again Tuesday. Always the vast difference between the two worlds startles me as I wander about in a jet-lag haze. Arriving at PDX at noon (10pm in S.A) I clutched onto the illusion that a nutrition filled smoothie would wake my head up.
The bright, spring, well-watered greens of my N.E. Portland neighborhood and the moist air were shocking after being in the late summer world of the drought stricken Lowveld. As I walked towards the entrance of the neighborhood Whole Foods Market I was struck by the orderly visual of neatly stacked pots of small daffodils and bikes, dogs carefully tethered outside the store. Continue Reading