A Single Pink Drop

In the home I'm temporarily staying in, the shower-head has a lovely pink scrubbing towel draped over the back of it. Every 6 seconds, a single pink drop falls between the steams of water. After it falls past the scrub towel it's impossible to see. As fascinated as I was with it today, I told myself that it was completely impossible to follow it after that point. 

I said that to myself while crying. As it turns out, my temporary home was supposed to be my permanent home. Some details, that were out of my room mate's and my control, state that I have a limited number of days I can stay... And then? Then what? No idea. Hence the tears. 

Flashback to my previous location. I wasn't pleased to have to withdraw from classes. I wasn't pleased to have to talk about the finances of departing from school with a woman who I was sure didn't care about me, either way. As I got up to leave, I thanked her out of principle, and then told her I liked the poster on her wall, full of positive thoughts. 

Her manner changed. She smiled and agreed with me. Then she spoke a blessing over my life. 

"You will find a path in a place where you think there is none."

As I thought  back to that moment, I didn't realize that I had extended my hand. Within 6 seconds, I felt a single drop fall into my palm. If felt so different from the pressurized streams of water. And yet I had just said to myself that following the path of that drop was something that could not be done. 

That's the "impossible" for you. Effortlessly proving us all wrong.

So what has been impossible for me, lately?


For years, I've wanted to record albums, give recitals and do live events. I've wanted to learn all about French art songs (I love the way Debussy flirts with the jazzy and a-tonal, and it suits my voice), and all kinds of styles. I've wanted to share my art with friends, and make more friends that way. But getting started is a challenge. And asking for help is akin to begging, at least for me. 

But what if I asked anyway?

Fountians in Portland (A Travel Blog Continued)

Hello everyone and happy Thursday!

On my (part of) two-day(s) walking tour with some buddies in Portland, we saw fountains in every direction! My resident friend mentioned in an ironic way that he wondered if Portland lost a lot of water that way.

Nevertheless, I loved seeing all the fountains and water displays. I tried to catch as many photos of them as I could, and even dipped my toes in a few of them. Some were simple, some grandiose, and as I post these pictures of them, I'll try and tell you the names of the ones I remember!

My first glimpse of the Lovejoy

The Lovejoy Fountain on Lovejoy Street. 

Ira's Fountain

"Strength and Beauty come from us, not tyranny." 

There's a place you can stand behind a waterfall!

Looking in

Our tour guide

A park in honor of mothers

A water feature outside of a Subway

The drinking fountains are always bubbling, there. 

This very last one is the one and only natural water feature. It's outside of Portland, on Interstate 84, near the Dalles.

Doing what I like to do best... 

I'm such a water-lover myself, that it was a lot of fun to see all these fountains and water features around. I hope you all liked them, as well!

Thanks for reading, and Happy Thursday!