nostalgia

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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Holiday Markets of Old Town Prague

Through the cold snow of Prague before Christmas, we walk from markets in Staroměstské náměstí to Mala Strana smelling the bread, fried meat and sweets of Czech delicacies. We tread the slippery cobbled streets carefully dodging tourists watching the astronomical clock in Old Town square with decorated trees and watercolor prints of the Charles bridge. The Christmas markets, selling trinkets that are not junk made in China, like in Napoli, but hand crafted amber jewelry from Poland. They have woven…

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Indian summer ride

I keep checking the signs to make sure we are still in Germany, because if we are then I am still closer to my beautiful tryst with the land and the sea, warm Indian summer, decadent taste of fruit from the tree still lingers.  Although this bus ride is pretty uncomfortable, I know the end brings me closer to landlocked confusion. No one on this bus speaks a drop of English.  I went to the wrong place for the bathrooms…

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Flowers in full bloom

Glowing sunrises and sunsets illuminate the Vltava, the Castle and my favorite verdant wooded escape, Petrin Hill. Days pass and sometimes after midnight I found myself under the watchful eyes of statues and saints, sitting cross legged on the edges of the Charles bridge scribbling my blues away. One of my favorite journalists said that Prague was a place to explore loneliness and she wasn’t kidding.  I have never been so surrounded by happy kissing couples as I am in…

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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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