Essays by Glenn Feole

Seattle Journal Feb 3-12, 2017, Pediatric Conference at Seattle Children’s      The day has finally come…off to Seattle, Washington.  Long awaited and dreamed of.  Land of rain, wind, water, mountains, the Puget Sound, Mt. Ranier…biking and hiking, green concerns, sweaters and hiking boots.  And music…  Jimi Hendrix, Nirvana and grunge.  The music venue calender on the web must have listed 30 venues with bands every night.  Several yoga studios in the downtown Pike Place area…an evening of “Sound Therapy” and yoga sessions called “Nirvana” and “Rock Out.”  Elliott Bay Book Store with almost daily readings by authors.        And of course the Green Tortoise Hostel awaits me.  I am that green tortoise picture with my fleece, down vest, walking shoes and new North Face backpack with innumerable zippered pockets, some lined with a baby-soft fleece that I want to keep feeling, the thought of this journey a...

Journal, Glenn Feole 2/6/2016  Portland Journey      I am leaving for a medical conference in Portland, Oregon.  Seven days!  I’ve always wanted to see Portland…yoga, tea shops, a drum circle tonight, music.  I am a child of the 70’s and miss the peace-seeking, communal, music loving hippie Woodstock generation.  A magical time of love and hope.  Portland Poem on my Birthday At sixty four I am going West raised in Westerly now leaving the East    a pilgrimage to Portland in search of golden elixir I rise up at 4 a.m. the day dark the room cold and see wrinkles on my fair skin caught  in the soft light of an elegant shower   ineluctable thick glass encasing me, claw foot bathtub waiting in silence I let the steaming water caress me, eyes closed as I go  elsewhere the purple scented shampoo says ‘age defying’ and I am transported  to college days El...