Persephone was the daughter of Demeter, the goddess of bountiful harvest. I found her around every corner in Portland, with her long, blonde, braided ponytail lagging behind her and bright orange socks teasing around every corner she’d quickly escape behind.
The leaves would take her place and take over my heart filling it with wonder and total joy. Fall in Portland is a masterpiece. Well done, Persophone, well done.
Our trip to Portland came together as all great trips do — organically. My sweetheart Michelle from LA wanted to find some fall and hadn’t been to Portland since she was a kid. She flew into Seattle, hung with us in our tiny house and we drove down to Portlandia the next morning.
We talked life, work, fashion and family.
“My dad always knew the back ways around LA,” she mentioned in reference to her late father, Steve, “I think he would get lost enough times that he figured out shortcuts. He always loved the PNW and sometimes I think he’s up here, soaking in all the magic.”
We asked Steve to help us get lost and discover some of our own spots.
If I told you how many times we got lost, you would laugh. Thanks for that, Steve. <3
In pure Persophone magic, several other friends from CA heard her call and coincidently came up to Portland the same weekend.
Beside hitting up Kennedy’s Boarding School (an old boarding school converted into a hotel, bars, a restaurant and movie theater complete with an eerie vibe throughout), shopping the many boutiques, laughing our ass off on joy rides and weird paintings of little children, sitting on the grass Indian style outside the dispensary talking with strangers for an easy 20 minutes, meeting other pups, meeting other East coasters (one who knew my BIL quite well from college) and cuddling in bed under the heated blanket watching Midnight in Paris, we simply lived.
That simple joy followed me home.
Or maybe it was Persephone herself.