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July 7, 2014. The last time I wrote here I shared about “thin places“. In short I had written, “Although my current geographic location is as far away as possible from “thin places” I am grateful for the opportunity to […]

Thoughts are hanging on the clothespin made of Stillness, too wet for a clear meaning.   There are two kinds of artists. There are those who feel compelled to create and others who feel compelled to change the world. There […]

This morning in New York City I was thinking about Jan Pohribny and his family in Prague. I recalled that I had photos from their wonderful house that I enjoyed visiting very much. While looking through them, I really missed […]

“Once mocked for their astonishing originality, his [Gehry] buildings have become the signature structures of the challenging times we live in.” More here.

The wonderful and inspiring Czech photographer  Jan Pohribny invited me to his village where he lives with his wife, a beautiful woman and amazing artist and photographer too, and their son who enjoys playing the guitar and can cook a […]

July 31st. Misunderstood dreams shape-shift return to sleep in cities like Prague. Happy Birthday to my mother. Stillness is some Doppler effect. It’s July 31st and it is my mother’s birthday. I read this year’s July came with an extra […]

The title I borrowed from Gore Vidal’s book (I read it ages ago in my political science days). That is not the actual title of the mural. I don’t know what the actual title is. I guess I could ask […]

Lorca writes: “The duende, then, is a power, not a work. It is a struggle, not a thought. I have heard an old maestro of the guitar say, ‘The duende is not in the throat; the duende climbs up inside […]

After lunch I continued writing. Then it got sunny. This meant I had to rush and avail the opportunity to finally get recharged (it has been cloudy and cool lately in Prague and I can’t function too long without the […]

Delayed posting. The website was down for 12 hours. July 24th. A woman named Yo; the windmill within, World Rivers Project; truth is a deadbody…   Stillness is some fog today and thoughts heavy sandbags. There is a blanket of […]

July 24th. A woman named Yo; the windmill within, World Rivers Project; truth is a deadbody…   Stillness is some fog today and thoughts heavy sandbags. There is a blanket of clouds made of stubborn gray covering the Prague sky […]

No – I did not take a nap – The nap – took – me ~ from the poem “The Nap Taker” by Shel Silverstein   So all who know me know I believe in the power of naps. I […]

An old Czech proverb: He who looks, finds. Loretta from AT&T. Bridges are made for crossing. “Lies About Love” by D.H. Lawrence. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I just lost everything I had written. For the second time. The first time was very early […]

This is around Sovinec Castle (‘owl’s nest’ castle). It is in the south-west parts of the Rešov hilly region in North Moravia in Czech Republic. It is in a small village town and there are other towns near by as […]

Known as the John Lennon Wall which used to have beautiful graffiti… now it is just graffiti…but still colorful… : )   And this…   And Prague from an overlook spot   One of my favorite restaurants here in Old […]

“The creative ability of an artist is manifested only if he succeeds in transforming the natural phenomena into ‘another reality.’ This part of the creative process as an independent element, if conscious and developed, hints at the possibility of creating […]

“The sun never knew how great it was until it struck the side of a building” said the architect Louis Kahn. But some days while walking in Prague I wonder if the Sun was made for Prague or perhas it […]

“If I keep a green bough in my heart, then the singing bird will come…” ~ Chinese Proverb  

From Prague Stillness doesn’t need a day. My father says, “Marry someone who…” Katherine Anne Porter: “…one powerful motivating force that simply carries you along…” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I didn’t think it was Sunday this morning. There is no time in Prague. […]

My mother is lying in bed, tired. She says: I don’t think it is healthy to read Franz Kafka before you are trying to go to sleep with a heavy backpack of thoughts you have been carrying all day. I […]