"You will never be completely at home again. Because part of your heart will always be elsewhere. That is the price you pay for the richness of loving and knowing people

in more than one place"

                   - Spirit Sience

29 Jul 2020

Spring flowers and autumn moons; 

When is it to end?

How many past events

Can one recall?

…Let me enquire:

How much sorrow? 

Like a river of Spring water gushing towards the East. 

- Li Yu, 937-978

{Li was King of Nan Tang 961-976.  In 975 he was captured

by the King of Sung,and he wrote this poem in captivity.}

The above is my rather clumsy attempt to translate the first two lines and last two lines of the poem.  It’s about memory.  Memory is linked in his poem to the flowing water of Spring, which cannot possibly be cut into sections, as one does with memories.  But one can scoop a cup of water from the river, augmented water mingled with emotion and imagination.  My story is a small cup of augme...

29 Mar 2017

In the Museum of Modern Art  in New York City, in one of the upstairs galleries, is a very small sculpture mounted on a pedestal and enclosed in plexiglass.  It measures 63.5 x 71.8 x 40 cm.  Alberto Giacometti executed it in 1932, after a short, mysterious love affair.  The main body of the sculpture is several sticks of wood put together horizontally and vertically on a wooden base that somehow suggests a structure.  But not a complete structure; rather it is a fragment of a structure.  On the upper right, hanging from the horizontal piece, is a carved wood prehistorical bird.  Again, it’s not a complete bird, but rather a fragment of a bird.  Below it and also hanging from the horizo...

29 Dec 2016

I was in mid-sentence when someone rapped on the door.  The Landscape Architecture students I was meeting for the first time in the new semester—in the new year of 1981—looked at me expectantly.  I broke off to go over and peer through the door’s window.

On the other side was a well-dressed middle-aged Asian man with a mop of black hair like a Beatles cut of two decades earlier.  His eyebrows were raised, his eyes were half closed, and he was smiling.  Behind him ranged a group of students.

He politely asked if I was teaching a class.  I thought the answer was obvious, so simply said Yes, I was.  Oh, he said.   How long would I be?  I had been in the room for about an hour, but had a...

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"When you talk to strangers, you're  making beautiful

interruptions into the expected narrative of your

daily life - and theirs"

- Kio Stark

"If we experience a strong emotional response to a

person or a situation we are meeting a part of ourselves residing in the shadows,

awaiting integration"

- C. Page

Every encounter is an un-

expected story of love and transformation.  If we remain 

the same before and after, that

means we haven't loved enough. For any heart  that opens to the sparkles of  love opens in truth

to its own alchemist. Go

and love harder this time.

-Megha Venketasamy

"Serendipity has chance and happiness. We get chance

every single day the minute

that we wake up. Happiness

is something that we choose through the chances that

we decide to take."
— Terry McBride

"You will never be completely

at home again. Because part

of your heart will always be elsewhere. That is the price

you pay for the richness of l

oving and knowing people

in more than one place"

     - Spirit Science

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"All my life one of my greatest  desires has been to travel --to see and touch unknown countries, to swim in unknown seas, to circle the globe, observing new lands, seas, people, and ideas with insatiable appetite, to see everything for  the first time and for the last time, casting a slow, prolonged glance, then to close my eyes and feel the riches deposit themselves inside me calmly or stormily according to their pleasure, until time passes them at last through its fine sieve,

straining the quintessence

out of all the joys and sorrows.

- Nikos Kazantzakis 

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