Last night, after everyone had gone to bed, I sat on the terrace for a moment of reflection and across from me, a woman sat on her terrace, a dark silhouette staring down at me. The image unnerved me because she seemed to almost be a reflection – sitting quietly, alone, waiting for a benign breeze to help her make it through the night. We’re in Zagreb, there is a heat wave. In front of…
On the way home from the country, there was a fat crescent moon in the night sky. Tin said, “Look the moon is following us home.” And in those words, many dreams exist. The truth is that now at the end of our gypsy wanderings, through many uncomfortable beds, tiny bathrooms, and a newfound practice of recycling everything and anything, we are on our way home this coming Monday, and on Tuesday, Hurricane Isaac is…
We spent last night in the country, in Belcici right by where Jana’s spring water comes from and it was an idyllic country house on a hill with orchards surrounding it and a beautiful view to the hills. On the road trip there Willie Nelson and Solomon Burke were blasting on the stereo (not my playlist) and the amount of food consumed was legendary (cevapcici, mortadella to die for, pasta with fresh shrimp and olives,…
Tin and I had a chance to get out to the square alone today and we decided to make the most of it. We took the tram from Tanja’s mom’s apartment in Crnomerec and stopped in at one of the local bakeries and bought a cheese burek for me, and a generous slice of pizza for Tin and then we sat at a cafe with a direct line of sight to the trams coming and…
I’ve noticed that as soon as we walk in the door Tatjana is in her role; here she is a daughter. We’ve been talking about going home, Tin is asking to go home, we are thinking about home. We both question why we would both be so attached to a house that on paper seems to carry more burden than comfort. Every day of my healing summer has been a journey to accept rootlessness, uncertainty,…
Beginner’s Guide to Buddhism by Jean Smith Review: Informative and easy to read. A Gift from the Sea by Anne Morrow Lindbergh Review: Published in 1955, it’s a quick read and while enjoyable it plunges into many areas of a woman’s life. Autobiography of a Yogi by Paramahansa Yogananda Review: I found this book difficult to read because so much of it had a “for real?” quality to it. In the end, I don’t recommend…
We left Zahara de los Atunes on Thursday and dragging the baggage to the car, I lost my Wonder Woman panties. About time.
I find myself thinking about death frequently, or more frequently than in the past, not in any specific terms. I ask myself is that person dead or did I dream it? I think about the dead ones, often enough. I think about my death and other’s. I no longer am shocked about celebrity deaths. On and on. I read that after 50 thoughts of death come much more often. A friend who is a nurse…
I sit in the back of the car, my dear friend in front in the driver’s seat, waiting for Tatjana to come out of the apartment. It is dark, the shadows of the linden trees make the street lights twinkle inside the parked car. He is speaking … It’s like the passion has gone out of me, for exercise, for my new job, for many things. I’m not sure where I am supposed to be…