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Chasing the Grail

It occurred to me in sivasanah yesterday that I came back here to attend things that were never quite finished years ago, and now have been given all new directions. The vision I had was of a horse and rider, on a beach. He threw at me a white orb. It was my dream as well, last night. It must have been a snowball. I woke this morning to snow, falling, making everything clean and fresh, feeling good again. I…

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Haunted house

The dirty dancing soundtrack intermixed with talking heads, bangles, and Cyndi lauper.  Wherever I am in Europe, this mix seems assured.  I love them now like I did back then. I came back from Italy broke but happy and trying to find the right combination of food here is best done with fruits and vegetables.  I know what they are and don’t have to try to guess the contents by the pictures on the package. Best time for a health kick. Found…

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Malá Strana, Prague

The suspension of disbelief that comes from living among cobblestone roads, castles, thousand year old bridges and buildings, and people from every corner of the earth is thick with tangible speculation. Who is that woman walking down the street?  Is she the daughter of the ambassador toSweden, a Polish princess, or an American tourist? Perhaps a movie star or some dot com entrepreneur hiding behind oversized opaque black sunglasses.  The man walking next to her could as easily be her…

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Hotel Baby

Stepping outside the train station at Paris Nord, brightly coloured pedestrians wore eclectic mixtures of textures and styles from business boutique to shabby chic pseudo-lingerie. My cab chauffeur spoke no English. I tried my best with my academic high school and college French. It worked to some degree, along with my preplanned hand written address and map. We found the Hotel Baby with relative ease. It cost a tenth of the London taxi and offered me my first peek into…

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