Močiutė. Kind of said like “mo-chu-tay’. That’s what grandmothers are called in Lithuanian. I had a močiutė, but I knew her as Grandma. And I lost her far too young. She was only 73. I was only 10. It was just before Christmas. Decades of smoking had caught up with her. She had a heart …
It was a lonely plane ride. The earthquake and tsunami on March 11, 2011 had knocked out power to a large portion of the northeastern coastline of Japan, including the Fukushima Nuclear Power Plant. Very few people were travelling to the country where concerns of nuclear radiation leaks were high. I was one of the …
“The silence was deafening.” How often have we heard that? How often do we experience it? How often do we allow ourselves to experience it? Is silence something we welcome? Or, in these days of never-ending connectivity, is it something we subconsciously fear? Relishing the silence Pre-COVID-19 and while on holiday in Mallorca, Spain I …
My random pandemic partner My dreams about COVID-19 are back. And they’re vivid. I woke up this morning after sleeping a whopping 9.5 hours (who can sleep that long?!), trying to make sense of what my subconscious mind was trying to tell me. In my dream: There were about 50 people milling about in different …
Giving thanks. Is it something we practice daily or only according to the calendar?
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