2022 Grateful 8: A home inside myself
I have friends who are struggling. Health issues. Financial issues. Relationship issues. I’m struggling to make sense of the world we’re living in. I tell
I have friends who are struggling. Health issues. Financial issues. Relationship issues. I’m struggling to make sense of the world we’re living in. I tell
The village keeps on surprising. One of our newest residents has introduced me to a whole new world of the sound bath.
The two Istváns have been quietly lauding a little restaurant in Zalakaros called La’Mar that I had yet to try. It punctuates a line of
I was struck this week that the nénis had noted my absence. I was away for a while, back for a few days, and gone
Many moons ago, many lifetimes ago, when I lived in LA, I took great delight in reading number plates. Vanity plates, they called them. I’d
Moving from small-town Alaska, I craved city life. I wanted to be able to go to museums and art galleries. I wanted to have access
A couple of things happened today that distracted me from the heat.
After spending hours picking cherries and then standing over a bowl pitting them, I was all for preserving them in the simplest way possible: a
If I could claim back all the money I spent on gym memberships, I’d be able to buy another of Michael Pettet’s paintings and another
Being on the road in the early morning or early evening requires a heightened sense of awareness down our way. Cars are not nearly as
When I bought a house in a small village near the Kis Balaton in Western Hungary, I only ever intended it to be a weekend/holiday getaway. But village life has worked its magic and now I find it hard to leave.