She has never really left.
What happened was, she went to the forest with grandma and wandered off. Temporarily. Continue reading “A Missing Child”
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I Dream of Water
Here, it’s dry, windy, hilly. The brown earth is dry under the feet. The wind blows dry air through the brown grass on the hills, through the hair, under the clothes, under the skin.
Even when it’s foggy, it’s dry. The wind blows the fog away. Continue reading “I Dream of Water”
Two Minutes
This past weekend in the alignment class at the yoga teacher training, we practiced seeing and being seen.
We got split into buddy pairs. The first exercise was to stand in front of each other in tadasana (mountain pose) and look at each other. Then we took turns to touch each other gently around the alignment points. Then, in turns, one person, the “lookee”, stood still, another, the “looker”, was guided to observe the lookee, from all four sides, from feet up, mostly looking, with gentle feeling touch here and there. Continue reading “Two Minutes”
A Reminder, a Current Theme, an Alt Tango etc: Courtney Barnett’s Debut Album Review of Sorts
Most of the music I am exposed to these days is whatever I hear at the milongas (tango), the Classical Revolution (classical), and whatever I already have. I often choose podcasts over music as the commute/ chores/ solo walks background. Occasionally, there is a new music review bit on the Fresh Air. Most of it I don’t find appealing enough to go back to.
The piece on Courtney Barnett‘s debut album “Sometimes I Sit and Think and Sometimes I Just Sit” was a refreshing exception, because of the uncompromising authentic voice and poetry. Continue reading “A Reminder, a Current Theme, an Alt Tango etc: Courtney Barnett’s Debut Album Review of Sorts”
Arroyo Seco Dinner Grace
Over the Labor Day weekend, I went backpacking in the Arroyo Seco river. I am not much into backpacking, hadn’t done that in over a decade in fact. This one sounded easy enough though: about 10 miles in 3 days along the riverbed with nice pools to swim in, under the trees and other pretty nature. Ten miles is nothing, right? Various people from the same crowd have done this for years, we’ve heard. Usually, in 2 days, we’ve heard. Continue reading “Arroyo Seco Dinner Grace”
Love letters understated 