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A place of lively comfort

The train whistle is familiar but muted as we glide along the tracks in New England from Penn Station in New York to my family home in Vermont. I go for the last time to visit the house I grew up in. My parents are thinking of selling it and I am headed out of the country, so I want to see the walls that kept childhood memories intact for all my return visits my whole adult life, one last…

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Road Trip West

Following the beat of dharma to Denver, seeking, driving, listening to the heart… Road Trip West from kamala rose. From the east coast, moving to the Rocky mountains of Colorado, USA was an American Dream. The great Road Trip adventure of 2008 began in Vermont with a two car caravan headed to the great wild west.

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Nové Město to Vinohrady

Somehow while I was gone it became autumn here.  Enchantment settles upon me again as I sit at a café on the way to Unicorn.  Nusle doesn’t have that many cafes but I chose this Italian one, because I miss Calabria already. I jumped back into my teaching as if no time had passed.  I only have a few minutes, here, but it seems long right now. The past two days have thrown my whole being out of whack.  Gone…

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Prague hlavni-nadrazi

Train station Praha.  If London was a little like falling down the rabbit hole, and Paris was my looking glass, then this would be my first conversation with the Cheshire cat. Stepping off the train onto the outside platform was all hustle and bustle inside the red garish fixtures under fluorescent lighting reflected even the echoes of unfamiliarity in the language over the intercom. This video starts there… No matter how prepared I could have been, nothing could have prepared…

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End of Summer Thunder

It was hot in August in Jacksonville.  Hotter still for two boys from Vermont and a sister who lived in Tahoe.  I heard the rumble of the truck down the street and came running down my steps to wave and meet my long lost best friends in the world. “Ola,”  I heard reverberating through the slam of the blue Chevy door as my sister leapt out before the thing had even come to a complete stop.  Her hair had all…

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