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200 Hours and 2 Days

India, life, Travel

Who knew we could be so strong– physically and mentally? Who knew that we could complete what we started despite the many obstacles placed in our way? Who knew that the quest for the self and the super self, the God within and without, could be so heady and true that beautiful souls would journey from all over the world to experience it.

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Lacrimosa and the Butterflies

life

Dear Friends, Sun-glazed days are filled with the weight of time in Jamaica. Shortly after arriving from Brazil, a close friend’s father — Uncle Clyde — died. Thus, those who knew and loved him gathered almost nightly, to reminisce, commemorate, break bread…

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Brazil: “Try Something Different”

life, Travel

In the heart of Brazil’s interior, sits a state filled with waterfalls, wild flowers, winding trails, and layers of silence. Minas Gerais, known equally for its food as for its beauty, is not only a nature-lover’s dream, but a place…

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Back in Brazil

life, People, Reflections, Travel

(previously published on The Wayward Path, www.thewaywardpath.com) The windows are open and the sounds of the evangelical church down the road come flooding through: raucous singing, tambourines, a preacher on a microphone, rapturous fits. Last night, it was the club nearby that…

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Freedom to Choose: The Last Bite of Cake

Jamaica, life, Travel

In Jamaican households, on the island and overseas, Christmas cake starts making appearances in cupboards and on dinner tables in the early days of December. People will tell you how many they’ve baked, or how many their mothers have baked….

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Hundreds of Birthdays

Jamaica, Reflections

As my birthday approaches, the years that have built up to create this life wind and intersect in my mind. Loops of memory of all these years. Years stack on top of each other and stand side by side, three and thirty-two, six…

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Born to Wander?

Asia, Travel

I was born by the river in a little tent, and just like the river, I’ve been running ever since.– (A Change is Gonna Come) It has been exactly two months since I came to Saigon, and two weeks since…

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Leaving Lisbon

Portugal

In Lisbon, every cobblestone is a drum, every tile on a facade, a stringed instrument. Lisbon’s streets and buildings are full-fledged orchestras; andante; allegro; crescendo; adagio. My canvas-bound feet knows the rhythm and keeps the tempo…or perhaps, the streets know mine.

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The Black Body

Race

A black body (also blackbody) is an idealized physical body that absorbs all incident electromagnetic radiation, regardless of frequency or angle of incidence. In a conversation with a friend last week, she reminded me that “we’re spirits having human experiences.”…

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