Posts Tagged: South America

Quintessence of Dust at Home On The Moon

“The moon? Of course, the moon! It is my homeland, the moon. ‘He is foreign; he is not like us. One night when the moon was full, he fell [to earth]. He dreams of impossible things,’ [they say]. But why

Quintessence of Dust at Home On The Moon

“The moon? Of course, the moon! It is my homeland, the moon. ‘He is foreign; he is not like us. One night when the moon was full, he fell [to earth]. He dreams of impossible things,’ [they say]. But why

McQueendom

At the top of Cartagena’s Castillo San Felipe de Barajas the breeze and the view will take your mind off the scorching sun, if only for a moment   Second day in Cartagena, easy whites again to beat the heat.

McQueendom

At the top of Cartagena’s Castillo San Felipe de Barajas the breeze and the view will take your mind off the scorching sun, if only for a moment   Second day in Cartagena, easy whites again to beat the heat.

Fringe Benefit

      Departing for Baru from Bocagrande, Cartagena Bocagrande in our wake Clear blue skies and wind in the fringe The perks of being a planner = a night in Baru, Colombia at the beautiful Casa San Agustin. This

Fringe Benefit

      Departing for Baru from Bocagrande, Cartagena Bocagrande in our wake Clear blue skies and wind in the fringe The perks of being a planner = a night in Baru, Colombia at the beautiful Casa San Agustin. This

Gelassenheit: A German Lesson in Peru

 Mission: to be where I am.Even in that ridiculous, deadly seriousrole – I am the placeWhere creation is working itself out. – Thomas Tranströmer As I feel the powers of “releasement” shaping my life this very day, I am compelled

Gelassenheit: A German Lesson in Peru

 Mission: to be where I am.Even in that ridiculous, deadly seriousrole – I am the placeWhere creation is working itself out. – Thomas Tranströmer As I feel the powers of “releasement” shaping my life this very day, I am compelled

In The Belly of Beauty

Walking toward the cliff-top cabana in the thick of the night, feet sinking with each stride into the sand between two tides, with only a small flashlight to guide my steps, I stopped to look at the moon as she sat placidly curled in the inky sky. The waves were voraciously licking the land, each tide pounding with its own rhythm; both colluding to emit a wild symphony heightened to wondrous delight by the colourful call of the not-so-distant jungle.

In The Belly of Beauty

Walking toward the cliff-top cabana in the thick of the night, feet sinking with each stride into the sand between two tides, with only a small flashlight to guide my steps, I stopped to look at the moon as she sat placidly curled in the inky sky. The waves were voraciously licking the land, each tide pounding with its own rhythm; both colluding to emit a wild symphony heightened to wondrous delight by the colourful call of the not-so-distant jungle.