Lost Days: Extremadura

In an olive grove in Extremadura, the winter sun warming my face, the Serins and Sparrows chirping around me, playfully darting from apple tree to persimmon to olive, the undulating velvety green hills in the distance… I sit, motionless. Time drifts over me like air, thoughts come and go gently and I bask in the… Continue reading Lost Days: Extremadura

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North We Go

It is so hot here that the air is totally, perfectly, still. Time feels empty. Hours stretch out with meaningless ease and I feel unable to meld into this giving up – this giving over – of energies to the heat. Instead I simply lie here wishing I could be doing something. Anything. For me… Continue reading North We Go