Coffee and a mission From where I’m sitting I can see the old fort on the other side of the square, overlooking the lagoon. Its cannons are still. They keep on aiming at an enemy that can´t be told. Their iron wants to spit fire and shells, to feel its ill-fated pleasure. Yet, in […]Read more "Re-turning: A road trip – Day 3"
Quiet As we walk uphill from the lagoon to have breakfast, Poncho’s presence is like an earthquake about to happen, All the neighbourhood dogs – astray or pet – go wild, barking. Some of them reach out and snarl at it, but no one dog dares to bite on Poncho, that remains calm […]Read more "Re-turning: A road trip – Day 2"
It was sage that burnt as we passed the smouldering branch hand to hand to all gathered in a circle, as we followed Monica in meditation to prepare ourselves for a most singular experience at the Third Eye Art Workshop, an evening of creativity and painting, and for me a chance to meld these with […]Read more "The third eye art workshop and the creative tribe"