20 May 2019 | exercises in being here

When we had wings

Sometimes the name of things, people, animals, are exactly what you see. I was reminded of that yesterday, when being asked: What is that black bird roaming around under that tree?" by somebody who grew up in a city. I sang the first line of a Beatle...

20 May 2019 | exercises in being here

When I had wings

Sometimes the name of things, people, animals, are exactly what you see. I was reminded of that yesterday, when being asked: what is that black bird roaming around under that tree? I sang the first line of a Beatles song. And today, remembering it, and...

23 Mar 2019 | exercises in being here

Mercury

The day you decide to drag your big camera to the sea at 6.50 a.m. to be there in time for the sunrise is always a cloudy day. But it doesn’t matter. The appearance of the sun is something to watch, the red and orange and pink that come with it on a cl...

04 Mar 2019 | exercises in being here

Woman’s prayer

Woman's prayerAshen sky. On the seashore - a memory.Birds. Threads. Trust. Souvenirs.What arms are these for you!Maria.Regina.Barbara. (the poetry in the titles of my Spotify Discover weekly song list)

28 Feb 2019 | exercises in being here

Fishing

My mind wandered off. I was reading how carnival is being celebrated here and was intrigued by "the funeral of the sardine on Ash Wednesday". "Maybe I should go fishing this weekend," I thought but the chances of catching a sardine are small unless ...

19 Feb 2019 | exercises in being here

Alice in Wonderland

It is very possible in this city that you walk home hungry in the light of a supermoon and you pass a tray with small chocolate croissants leaning on a garbage bin asking to be eaten. And you try one and although it isn't as fresh as it was this mor...

14 Feb 2019 | exercises in being here

The heart of a city

(I wrote this last year on the 14th of February, still here, still in love ..... )I wasn’t raised to live in a city. I was educated by trees and birds and mud and the scent of wet leaves. I hung out at hidden corners in the forest on my own, I knew w...