Beltane Full Flower Moon
A week from tonight I will be asleep or almost so on an outbound train from Chicago to Washington, D.C. After several hours during the day on Saturday in D.C., the train for Savannah leaves Union Station, arriving around 6:30 a.m. the next day. Slow travel seems to fit with the life I’ve come to lead, one that waits on the natural rhythms for flowers and vegetables, fruit and honey.
Travel became a family insignia, we should have trains, planes and ships, buses and taxis on our family crest, the Ellis family crest that is. We are a peripatetic group. Mark travels regularly around Southeast Asia, frequenting Cambodia, Laos and Vietnam while basing himself in Thailand.
Mary will travel sometime this year to Athens from Singapore where she will present the results of her Ph.D. work. She gets to England now and again in addition to returning to the US. She will not, however, be able to come this year because the Singapore Government has banned official travel to the US due to the H1N1 flu. Her travel is official because the university for which she works pays for her ticket and the university is an arm of the government.
