For this rohn report I wanted to do a travelogue like my friend Maryann does walking around Portland, on her way to the river or down the street to the cafe for a meetup. So here it is, here’s my “Day after Christmas Urban Adventure in the Big City”. No beavers but I found a great Christmas song.

When I got home from my bike ride the day before Christmas I realized that my travel bag was missing.

All my precious treasures were in there including this notebook - almost full but still a few empty pages and my headphones - very important and a copy of my book - replaceable and a friend’s poetry book ‘the Solace of Wild Places’ someone I’d met at the Texas Book Festival, a file folder with assorted papers, a spare pair of glasses and a pen incase I forget to put one in my medicine pouch.

Precious they are in their own way and even more so when they’ve gone missing, misplaced, maybe stolen. Hopefully they’ll be found either at the HEB Central Market on Broadway where I stopped or at Philo’s Cafe.

I realized, too, that every day was the adventure of my life. That the adventure was happening with my life and my life was happening right here in this day. So I decided to document the adventure of my life for today, the day after Christmas searching for my shoulder bag which was lost somewhere between HEB Central Market and Philos.

Heading out down the hill, down river. A route I take almost every day and never fail to find delight. If the wind is at my back it’s even more delightful. With leaves covering the ground, it’s divine.

Rolling thru Brackenridge Park.

Household waste is 25% more after the Holidays. That’s what I read somewhere.

Alas and lament, my hand bag is not here. Reeves, the attendant at Central Market, checked it out on his computer. Onward on with hope in my heart to Philo’s.

Down the second river walk, the San Pedro Culture Park into downtown.

Approaching location destination, West French and San Pedro.

They’re open!

Rejoice! Rejoice! The hand bag hath been found. It was at Philos all day long. Sung to the melody of ‘O Come, O Come Emmanuel’. I’m happy.

Not to make light of this song, so far beyond any relevance to my lost bag, it has been sung for centuries to celebrate Christmas. Below is a beautiful rendition by Chris Tomlin. Its roots go all the way back to the 8th Century where it was chanted in celebration of the Advent by monks in the monastery:

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