Dancing Like Everyone’s Looking In the middle of Trafalgar Square 5/21/22

If you read my previous post you might remember my mention of the ridiculously narrow bathtub at Hazlitts here in London and how I was worried I might get stuck therein. If you didn’t read it, well then you might not totally get the gist of what comes next. Too bad, because today I was …

Mother of Mash 5/20/22 London

I ran through JFK, suitcase rolling behind me, my backpack filled with electronic devices and my underarms sweating like a sprinter going for the Gold Medal and just made it to my connecting flight to Heathrow. (One wonders, or maybe it is just me, why the airlines manage to make it so difficult to get …

Thoughts on a Rainy Morning

I suppose a “5am wake up” is my new normal. Here I am eyes wide open, its dark outside, the rain pouring down upon the carport - I oughta move my car since it is so filthy from months of not washing. I could even go out there with a rag and move the grunge …

Day 11- Reflections on travel, health, eventful days..

I woke this morning from another toss and turn night - like on a small boat in a big-swelled sea, feeling achy and a tad anxious, though anxiety-wise, not about today’s upcoming travels as is often the case. It is now apparent that my two days of Theraphi administered by the kind and able Marcio …

Day 10 The Universe Provides

It’s been a ride this journey o’mine - to bid a final adieu to my dearest friend Aristhaia Cash who pointed me those many 32 years ago, in the direction of my real life, when I had all but lost my way. Her words “Think of me as your operator, I’m only helping you make …

Porridge at the Potting Shed, Dorset Square Hotel

Day 9 Recovery from Travel and a nasty bug

My hotel in London, The Dorset Square is pretty cool. The decor is tres chic, the location is perfect for seeing the sights, the bed is so comfy - the kind that makes me wish to stay there all day. The room however is so tiny it would be impossible for two people to move …

On the Road/Sky Again or do Blonds have more fun?

I'm hoping this doesn't vanish into the ether as my previous post has done. When reflecting on the disappearance i considered only briefly a "loss", then mused "there is so much more from where that came." And so here I sit, writing at a table in a very populated organic cafe on Oxford Street in …