Joanna Colwell I have spent the last several weeks intermittently traveling to see old friends and family. I’ve been in the Siskiyou Mountains of far Northern California and on the Penobscot Peninsula in Downeast Maine. I’ve let the current of the Mad River carry me downstream, and I’ve sung and danced with my friends at Cloudwater Farm. I’ve been kayaking and hiking in the Adirondacks. I’ve been refilling my coffers of joy. Throughout these mag…