I’ve been reading a wonderful little book called “The Wisdom of No Escape” by Pema Chödrön. An American Buddhist nun, she is the resident teacher at Gampo Abbey in Cape Breton, Nova Scotia. The Abbey sits atop a towering cliff overlooking the Gulf of Saint Lawrence. Joe and I discovered it quite by accident, and were fortunate to receive a tour during their visiting hours. It’s a beautiful and peaceful place that’s difficult to leave. Pema Chödrön’s book, recommended by our y

Marcel Proust once said, “The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.” I thought of that quote last week when Joe and I arrived home from Maine and Nova Scotia. We’re both a little silly, but in a good way, we like to think. We name inanimate objects like our car -- even some of our trees. We say good-bye to our house when we travel and we’re always overjoyed to come home. In fact, as we’re leaving the airport, we usually play