I live on the foothills of the Jura mountains and at this time of year we often get fog in the valley. On such days we wake up to a beautiful sun, set in a deep blue sky. Then, as I drive into the valley to go to work, I descend into a fog which evolves into a low hanging cloud. Continue reading Life under a giant sun
Spring in my step
Morning light from a spring sun: if ever there was a double whammy to experiencing life! I’m like a kid in a toy store; wherever I turn, nature is trying to get my attention, like those smiling carpet salesmen at Istanbul Grand Bazaar. ‘Here, look here, very good!’ The tweeting birds are deafening in their attempt to out sing each other. ‘Let’s make love!’ They have lost all reserve and males are overtly chasing the girls who are not playing very hard to get. It’s bordering on indecent, it’s a delight! Continue reading Spring in my step
Walking meditation
There is something I’ve been meaning to share for a while: a walking meditation. This sort of meditation can leave me mesmerised and intensely happy. It allows me to experience the outside world in that state of stillness, balance and well being. It also gives me exercise and fresh air! Continue reading Walking meditation
Deep encounters
The tropical rain is hammering down on a worn blue tarpaulin stretched over a thin steel frame over the deck. The fading light all but disappears under a grey curtain of rain that churns the sea and hides the jagged rocks of the coast nearby. Our captain strains to find his bearings, unsure of himself he signals to the dive master. We’re as close the dive site as we’re going to get and need to get in the to water fast. Continue reading Deep encounters
Avoid the snow that doesn’t settle
The nature of caffeine addicted bees
Bees are addicted to caffeine produced by smart flowers. This is IHT front page news and therefore, we must explore this matter further. Is nature intelligent? What is the role of beauty and attraction? Continue reading The nature of caffeine addicted bees
Seeing love through blind quietude
I saw, I clicked and I wondered. Now what? Branches dissect morning sun reflection over lake. Not good enough, I may as well photograph: trash covering tarmac at dump. Continue reading Seeing love through blind quietude
The disturbing humanoid by the river
Today I did the river thing. You know, sit on the perfect rock next to the perfect river and be still until awakening follows.
What was that river telling me? What was so important that held all the trees on the opposite side captive in their stillness? Continue reading The disturbing humanoid by the river