Tag Archives: St John Island

Pure Happiness

27 Apr

This Koop song is exquisitely lovely. I never get tired of it, especially when I’m in a peaceful and reflective mood, like this chilly, but sunny morning. I hope it reaches you in the same way.

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St. John Souvenirs

30 Jan

Mentally, I returned with a mixed bag of St. John souvenirs. Most are them are happy, unforgettable, illuminating … but a teeny tiny one is sad.

I’ve been building up this pilgrimage,  and now that it’s complete, it’s left me a little adrift, so to speak. I’m no shrink, but I’m guessing it has to do with the fact that we made this trip for Sue, and it has passed, just as she has passed. It makes me feel even farther away from her.

Again though, this “teeny tiny sad” is just one souvenir of my trip.

The most useful souvenir

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St. John Tips and Photos

26 Jan

The Sun Sets on St. John

Need a little sunshine on this dreary winter Thursday? Check out these pictures from our recent trip to St. John USVI (U.S. Virgin Islands).

That’s right, U.S. So if you’re traveling from the States:

  • You don’t need a passport.
  • Most of your phones will work there (check with your carrier).
  • You don’t need to transfer your cash to a foreign currency.

See if these pictures inspire you to go. And if so, here’s what you need to know …

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Paradise and Poetry

23 Jan

Last week I took a pilgrimage to the island of St. John. I went to find a part of Sue, leave a part of Sue, and gain direction in life after Sue. I went to find paradise. It gave me poetry.

Turns out the island’s namesake was able to put my journey into words much better than I. Granted, I am not a religious person, but I am a spiritual person and therefore I was quite moved when, thanks to this trip, I discovered St. John’s poetic musings on love, loss, and wanderings of the soul.

Where have You hidden Yourself,

And abandoned me in my groaning …

You have fled like the *hart,

Having wounded me.

[Coincidentally, we stayed on Hart Bay. I looked it up. Turns out “hart” is an old-fashion word for a stag dear.]

I ran after You, crying; but You were gone …

In search of my Love

I will go over mountains and strands …

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16 Jan

“A journey to a place which is considered special and which you visit to show your respect.”—Cambridge Dictionaries Online

And thus my husband, daughter, and I embark on a pilgrimage to the island of St. John.

Obviously, it’s gorgeous. But why is it so special to us?

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