The more I work with myself the more I discover that everything affecting me today has its roots in relatively early childhood. This, of course, is also what Freud discovered but today –for me- there is a basic difference between Freudian thinking and my own experience. Continue reading
KALEIDOSCOPE
Since I came to Salies, nothing ever seems the same. What I mean is that each time I walk down a street, the same street, everything I see is different, like a kaleidoscope shifting unrecognizably with each tiny move. Continue reading
TIME
October 30th, time change day. I forget. When I open my eyes to the light I figure it is past eight. According to my clock it is exactly 8:34. The day is wrapped in cottony, woolly, foggy stuff so thick it is hard to see the evergreen in the garden not ten meters away from my window. 
The morning ritual seems to take less time than usual and by 9:40 I am at the door with Salomé. Great! Plenty of time to go to my favorite boulangerie for my Sunday croissants. Continue reading
INCOHERENCE
Today I found myself crying twice. It is strange; it is as if I have delved into some deep sadness that bubbles up every time something touches my emotions. The first was an e-mail in the morning from a cousin with whom I have been corresponding over the last year or so. Continue reading
BORIS
When one has not seen a person in a very long time, it is easy to understand how life and death is the same, how there is absolutely no difference except the story one tells. My son just phoned me to say that Boris died yesterday. Continue reading
CHANGING SEASONS
Autumn has come to Salies even though it is still unseasonably warm considering we are more than halfway through October. Since the beginning of September the nights have cooled, the mornings leave a thick coat of dew on the windshield, the corn began to lose its green and then to turn dry brown. Most of it has been harvested. Continue reading
COMING BACK INTO MYSELF
This moment is always the Home that you seek. Home cannot be found in time,in the story of a future, for Home is simply the timeless presence in which the story of time, and story of the seeker – appears and disappears. (Jeff Foster, Life Without a Center)
Since leaving Salies on the 2nd of October I have been “out there”. That means I have been talking, sharing, listening, relating and doing practically non-stop with out-time for sleeping only. Continue reading
RUGBY
Among the many things I never thought I would do in my life and have done, the latest is watching a game of rugby. Continue reading
THE WOODS
Today I went walking with Salomé. We took a usual route, around the corner and up the gravel road that ends atop the hill. We walked past the property that is occupied by a goat and two cats that belong to a friend. Continue reading
MY BEST FRIEND
His name was Zenaido. He was the gardener. I must have been about forty, so I was a long way from becoming who I am today. Zenaido was not a physically beautiful human being. Continue reading
Writing a life 