A gypsy scribbler's musings & ruminations
A while back, I wrote a post describing Time as the graph on which we map the trajectory of all action. It isn't the force or the line, only the measure. Not the body or the motion, only the medium. Not the actor or the play, only the stage. An ever changing stage. A river.... Continue Reading →
It's as the good Doctor says: "Time is wibbly."1 We like to think it moves straight -- ever forward in a quantifiable succession of intervals -- but it doesn't. It wraps around us like light bending in prism, unfurling its colors according to the density and shape of the glass. Just so, time speeds up... Continue Reading →
I made the decision to spend Christmas in New Zealand when an invite from good friends coincided with October's compulsive quilting experience. Random, you say? Not entirely. They were feeling generous and I was feeling impulsive - nothing surprising on either count. So I went! The trip was beautiful (is NZ ever not?). It was... Continue Reading →
APRIL: So from now until September, I go on living … and healing … and waiting. MAY: Healing. Shoulder still feels so strange. Out of place. The bones don't line up right. Can't pick up a teapot. Physiotherapist switches from massage to electro-shock therapy. You should see a neurologist. Muscle wastage. Shoulder blade slipping to... Continue Reading →
A couple weeks ago, I took a largish group of high school students to Kenya for a choir festival. Wait ... this sounds familiar ... wasn't it India? True, I did recently get back from a choir festival in India. That trip was a small group of middle school students heading to AMIS. This trip... Continue Reading →
India: the most familiar place I had never been. Three weeks ago, I took a group of middle school students to an AMIS Honor Choir festival hosted by the American International School of Chennai. We left on a Tuesday and landed on a Wednesday morning. In the 45-minute ride from the airport to the school... Continue Reading →
iSimangaliso national wetlands park is a stunning part of the South African coast. It stretches from the small town of St. Lucia in the south, to Sodwana Bay in the north. The estuary system that once brought a handful of rivers to the ocean is now a freshwater lake. The water levels have dropped and... Continue Reading →
June 30th, 2010 - northwest Vancouver Island, Canada I woke to a splash and a shout. Confused, I sat up and strained my senses beyond my sleeping bag. The sound of lapping water was close - much closer than it should be. Was it at the tent? Someone was outside and moving around - another... Continue Reading →
Throw a ball into the air and watch carefully. There is a moment at the top of its arc when it is no longer going up but it is not yet going down. It appears to be - ever so briefly - suspended in midair. Jump hard on a big trampoline and you can feel it... Continue Reading →
One Sunday evening sometime in February, a couple of friends I had recently met here in London invited me to dinner with a larger group. I sat next to to two people I did not know and we began the standard opening conversation. Hi, my name is ... who are you? Where are you from? What do you... Continue Reading →
Of Wonders & Wanders 
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