I love conclusions. I remember a friend saying that she dreaded coming to the final chapters of a novel because she couldn’t bear the story to end. I’m the opposite: I love the moment the story draws to a close; the conflict over; the exhausting seeking ended; the relationship resolved; the tears drying; the murderer found… […]
WriteSpa – An Oasis for Writers
I love conclusions. I remember a friend saying that she dreaded coming to the final chapters of a novel because she couldn’t bear the story to end. I’m the opposite: I love the moment the story draws to a close; the conflict over; the exhausting seeking ended; the relationship resolved; the tears drying; the murderer found…
dancing with the light; a chic little hat with veil and a rose; thousands of people helping strangers.
waking up rested; pupus with your neighbors under the plumeria; the northern lights.
a warm wind from the south; coming across the sign that tells you which way to go; Marrakesh.
a message brought by a homing pigeon; setting off; a mountain of quartz crystals.
Finding a sealed box of old letters that contain a secret; kindness; Lumbini, Nepal, where Buddha was born.
giving a friend a rose quartz crystal; the city of Yazd; enthusiasm for a new endeavor.
We had a good class today – at least it was better than I expected, given that it was the first English class after the holiday break and I figured the students wouldn’t be in the groove yet. I certainly wasn’t. […]
watching eagles soar past the cliffs at Delphi; your cheek against your mother’s; sneezing.
stargazing in winter; discovering the mouth of the Nile; making a decision.
light at the end of a tunnel; gazing up the vast trunk of a redwood; clearing away the cobwebs.
peeling away the layers; the Dead Sea scrolls; the rustle of rain in the forest.
knowing what the lines on your palm mean; a glass of Barbaresco with bel paese; kissing yourself in the mirror.
a falcon perched on your wrist; your lover surprising you with plane tickets to Paris; walking alone in the snow.
exploring Baalbeck early in the morning; courage; a saxophone player performing at a subway stop.
the cliff palace at Mesa Verde at dawn; fresh pine nuts; a momentary lull.
I used to be a fortune-teller – this is something only a few people know about me. I actually had a psychic practice in NYC, where I offered Tarot and other readings. Fortune telling is an odd practice though. I don’t predict, for instance; it’s more an insight into the situation at hand and how Read more about Fortune Telling[…]
Driving along the Appian Way; taking care of a friend in need; being cherished.