Opposites

We live in a world of contradictions, of opposites. This idea has been haunting me over the last month. More strongly now, as I consider life in the face of a week of death: first a dear friend, then another dear friend’s mother, another friend loses her grandmother. A very hard week, indeed. And I find…

Adventure or Irresponsibility?

Some would call it adventure, others just plain irresponsible – moving half way around the world without a job to a place where we just want to be and live. I am now calling it a little bit of both. Thanks to a fabulous friend we have a free place to stay for a few…

The Summer Day – Mary Oliver

  Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean – the one who has flung herself out of the grass, the one who is eating sugar out of my hand, who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down…