First the pandemic hit Portland as it has everywhere (though less heavily-so far-than many big cities). Over the past few days nationwide protests over the death of George Floyd of Minneapolis have occurred in many major cities and in Portland. Curfews are again in place. It is a time of even increased sadness, anger and anxieties. This blog is not about current events or politics but I have intense feelings accompanying my thoughts about the current state of it all. However, I do write about and post photos of the metropolitan area. Today I need to offer photos that reflect more peaceful, happy spring and summer days. It is an energetic, creative, open-armed city that I have known and loved most of my adult life….I hope it stays this way, but can at some point heal and become even better.
Still haven’t meandered much since my car accident, but that will change once more, in time. I’ve opted to share old (2012) photos of Portland’s gracious Pittock Mansion dressed up for the holidays. Apologies if they seem too familiar. One does what one finds expedient some days….
Good news: I have another set of wheels at last minute after a trying month, and am grateful I could do that. Better news: my neck pain should improve with more help. Best news: my state of mind is set more on half full rather than half-empty after much prayer seeking insight and fortitude, stern self-talk, rest, greater acceptance of self and others, kindly support and many good walks.
But I haven’t forgotten about the heart of the Season, nor to keep an eye out for goodness and beauty. I’ve felt blessed with life-giving moments: a dear and very ill friend hospitalized for pneumonia is safely recovering; my son made not one, but two lovely meals for us in the past two weeks (plus we had a great time hanging out); a daughter from SC has stayed in touch daily and sent us a bushel of gifts; our twin grand-babies have delighted at every turn, as ever. Other adult kids always offer an encouraging word with check-in and hugs. And Marc has been a great partner dealing with me as not my best self.
Speaking of which: may we keep praying and working for peace in our neighborhood, our own abodes, our countries, in a beleaguered world we call our greater human home and worry about because we love it and need it to keep on turning… We can be activists in diverse ways but I hope we will act out of compassion, not react from fear or anger; may we honor one another as fellow travelers along each smooth or rocky path traversed.
I will be back in a week, right after our little getaway in Seattle–hopefully to share fresh words and pictures!
I had a week-end comprised of a great variety of experiences, from hiking at a state park to picking fresh veggies and fruits at the huge city farmers market to visiting Portland’s Children’s Museum with our 5 mo. old twin grand-babies to introduce them to more sensory doorways to enjoying a good dinner at our local Dullagan’s Restaurant and Pub. So how to choose one good time? A number of photos were taken in city center so that decided it. We haven’t meandered around downtown in a few months, since moving to the southwestern part of metro Portland. It was refreshing and invigorating–the sounds and smells, trashy spots amid changing architectural scenes, the great array of humanity. I just snapped away, so happy was I to be out and about.–I love our city! Enjoy a few of my views.
The Farmers’ Market has grown quite vast, so there is not excuse fro coming away without a satchel full of delicious fresh food. It sprawls between several Portland State University’s campus buildings in the park blocks, under the shelter of great trees. The scents,. the tastes, the lovely setting–it is one of Marc’s and my favorite places to spend a Saturday morning–and to choose lunch from various food stalls.
The last picture above and the one below show parts of Pioneer Square, nicknamed Portland’s “living room”. Pole come to hang hang out and eat, play chess, attend events that span the annual Christmas tree lighting to ethnic festivals to concerts to political rallies to summer outdoor movies.
Change is occurring at a rapid pace here, as people arrive in large numbers, looking for the Portland way of life and many job opportunities. It is an entrepreneurial city, as well, and many new businesses can succeed here. That is a good thing. But those of us who have been around decades or a lifetime feel the pinch as traffic worsens and housing becomes denser and very expensive. Homelessness is on the rise; more people means more social and lifestyle challenges. But you cannot stop change. We will always love the long tradition of invigorating, creative energy that fuels ongoing metamorphosis of our home city.
Take me back to beauteous San Diego! My oldest daughter and boyfriend are heading that direction right now, and it triggered memories of a trip in April 2018. It was a welcome respite as heavy losses had led up to the trip. This year has had its own ups and downs (is life ever free of those?) but there is no reason needed to surrender to a tug of southern California Pacific: temperate with sweet breezes (ah, eucalyptus) and vibrant environs of city and surrounding destinations.
I offer some photos in memory of great fun, and hope to return before next summer. Enjoy–and plan your own trip!
An imperturbable demeanor comes from perfect patience. Quiet minds cannot be perplexed or frightened, but go on in fortune and misfortune at their own private pace like a clock during a thunderstorm.—Robert Louis Stevenson