Posts Tagged: C.P. Cavafy

Where The Wild Things Are

Living In Harmony With (My) Nature “As you set out on the way to Ithaca hope that the road is a long one, filled with adventures, filled with understanding. The Laestrygonians and the Cyclopes, Poseidon in his anger: do not

Where The Wild Things Are

Living In Harmony With (My) Nature “As you set out on the way to Ithaca hope that the road is a long one, filled with adventures, filled with understanding. The Laestrygonians and the Cyclopes, Poseidon in his anger: do not

Marrakech is Magic

“As you set out for Ithaka, ask that the voyage is a long one…”
The journey to Marrakech by way of the desert took us 3 days. By the time we made it to Marrakech, the final leg of my “30 Becomes Her Tour” as I dubbed this year’s round of intercontinental gallivanting, we were undoubtedly rich in our knowledge of Morocco. The magic was all in the getting there…

Marrakech is Magic

“As you set out for Ithaka, ask that the voyage is a long one…”
The journey to Marrakech by way of the desert took us 3 days. By the time we made it to Marrakech, the final leg of my “30 Becomes Her Tour” as I dubbed this year’s round of intercontinental gallivanting, we were undoubtedly rich in our knowledge of Morocco. The magic was all in the getting there…

Slouching Towards Bethlehem

“Past life”…past lives. Indeed, I have been many beings at different times and sometimes all at once. I have been the impetuous and impatient child; I have been the confident teenager and the surreptitiously diffident adult; I have been that girl who couldn’t run between two goalposts had my very existence depended on it and I have inhabited the life of, as my friend Tom christened it, “the Ghanaian Lara Croft”

Slouching Towards Bethlehem

“Past life”…past lives. Indeed, I have been many beings at different times and sometimes all at once. I have been the impetuous and impatient child; I have been the confident teenager and the surreptitiously diffident adult; I have been that girl who couldn’t run between two goalposts had my very existence depended on it and I have inhabited the life of, as my friend Tom christened it, “the Ghanaian Lara Croft”