
What Is Real?
I was wrong about what is real. The taste of buttered toast on my tongue, the vibration of my viola, Continue reading
I was wrong about what is real. The taste of buttered toast on my tongue, the vibration of my viola, Continue reading
I’ve run away again. I’m an old woman standing in a high valley in Mongolia’s Altai Mountains. The mountain Continue reading
by Jean Gendreau No one forced me to do it. My Muslim father in law’s only comment was that the Continue reading
Brazil astonished me. It wasn’t my first tropical country – I’ve spent lots of time in Vietnam and India. But Continue reading
We lift off our black veils and straighten our regular clothes, which are blue jeans and T-shirts. On the sofa Continue reading
Because I know North India so well, South India stunned me. All the usual images of India – camels, turbans, Continue reading
1950s hope, floating in today’s sea of corruption and cynicism – that’s my impression of Bhutan. Surrounded by India and Continue reading
Here in this high valley, the oldness whispers. The wind and snow stinging my cheeks know nothing of Christmas. Continue reading