"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

24 Sep 2017

Act one: A street encounter with manpower

My small apartment on the outskirts of Tokyo was Spartan in its furnishing. All there was, when I moved in, consisted of a traditional Japanese futon bedding, a tiny table with two narrow chairs, and a coffee table in front of a TV set. I subsequently bought an ottoman and a rather interesting, design-wise, small, legless, foldable sofa that added a bit of comfort to my otherwise Zen domestic existence.

I acquired the latter at a nearby second-hand shop I had accidentally come across one day, while wandering around the neighborhood in a reconnoitering mission, and then found myself carrying it through a maze of small winding streets that follow no logi...

12 Aug 2017

October 2006

The sliding doors at Auckland Airport’s international arrivals terminal opened to let me out and into my new life in Aotearoa---an unfamiliar territory, a new country, a fresh start. Pushing my trolley with all my worldly possessions precariously piled up---including a Papua New Guinean tribal mask I insisted in carrying with me, perhaps as guard against all evil spirits---I hesitantly walked towards the waiting crowd, unsure of who was there waiting for me and how to recognize them. My jet-lagged eyes focused blearily on an elderly Asian looking man, holding a bunch of yellow flowers. Their vibrant color helped my eyes to sharply focus, like a laser beam, on my immediate surroun...

9 Jun 2017

…echoes of the Sino-Japanese war...    

I stood outside my apartment door staring at it and not very far from crying--jet-lag messes up with your brain, they say. I agree.

I found myself locked out of my apartment the morning after I arrived in Tokyo to take up a lecturing position at a local university. To be more precise, I was locked out not because I had lost my key but because I did not know how to use this damn-weird-swipe-card-of-a-key.

I was terribly jet-lagged, hot and very frustrated. The typhoon season humidity was building up to unbearable levels. Great start, I had thought to myself.

My only connection to a help line was a Japanese phone lent to me by a friend who kept it for...

15 Nov 2016

Adam was, and I quote him, “the only son and child of a Jewish mother” who happened to be a psychoanalyst with a PhD and recently deceased. Whilst the intellectual accomplishments and professional achievements of a mother, and Jewish at that, would have been hard for any son to surmount, it was her dead condition that was the hardest of all and which Adam was still dealing with when we met outside the meditation hall of the Buddhist monastery we were both staying at Mt Koya. He was mourning not only the loss of a mother - an accomplished mother - but also the only fixed female presence and archetype in his life and that gap had left Adam yearning for a replacement.

Perhaps that’s what we both...

5 Feb 2016

 

Shlomo was horny by his own admission and in desperate need for some casual sex. He had a problem though, other than having to find a sexual partner that is. He was vegan and in Japan which was rather limiting his options.

Not that being in Japan was bad per se, but when you are traveling in a country distinctively dissimilar to yours - Shlomo was an Israeli Jew - matters pertaining to flirting, mating and the specifics of sexual intercourse can be rather complicated and potentially a minefield. Nonetheless not insurmountable, I would say. There are, after all, the professionals of the sex trade that offer uncomplicated solutions to such male travellers’ needs.

And Shlomo did know his optio...

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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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