Life, Inside and Out

  The sound of cars passing on the cobblestone road is like an earthquake’s rumble. The firecrackers going off at odd times could be guns. The horse in the neighbour’s yard sounds like a Great Northern loon. But the crickets sound like crickets, and the dogs are more dog-like than …

Muy Tranquillo

In the Iglesia de la Santisima Trinidadin, Tepoztlan, there is more silence than I’ve heard anywhere else thus far on this journey. Nearly 500 years of silence has accumulated in here, and it feels, actually, quite sacred. I am no longer religious, but I was raised as a Catholic girl, …

And So it Begins

Tepoztlan/Ixcatepec, Morelos, Mexico Week One The landlord of my lovely casita apologized for the ruckus yesterday morning, when the gas delivery truck arrived with an early delivery. (He’s British; ruckus is such a good British word). I didn’t mind; I was ready for hot water and warm milk for my coffee. But …

Daily writing practice

My friends and I, we’re healthy types. We like fresh air, good food, moments of peace for ourselves when possible. And sometimes, we even take our word pills. Daily, if we can, because they just make us feel so darned wonderful. A word pill is a small amount of time, …

A Beautiful Blur.

A blur. That’s what the past week has been, days gone past like hours, and like the leaf prints on sidewalks these days, it’s been a beautiful blur. Now that the good people of Victoria are bundled up again—against what we all knew was coming—they’re more comfortable. By all reports, …

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