ByGuglielminotti Trivel
I was a city dweller for a long time … I was born half a century ago in Turin, a big city in the North of Italy where I lived continuously till I was 32, except for holidays. After working in the Maldives for three months, I moved to London, as I met a Brit…
ByMichelle Adam
How long will it take for our indigenous selves, lost so long ago to the empire of greed and power, to come home? There’s anger among indigenous people—especially among those who grew up with a sense of what it’s like to have an intact relationship with the earth—of what white man (or people of European…
ByCatherine Green
My reiki journey continues alongside domestic life, and I am noticing very definite distinctions in my behaviour, my mood, and the way I cope with everyday stress. Before I properly accepted reiki into my life, I would practice meditation sporadically, and while I always sort of knew that I had a very helpful coping mechanism…
ByMichelle Adam
I’m in the middle of New Mexico. I wrestle with restlessness late at night after days of looking for work and a place to live that’s more creative or affordable than staying with Judith, my current housemate. My challenge is not knowing how long I’ll be here in this desert city of Albuquerque. My plan…
ByMichelle Adam
Spanish poet Antonio Machado once wrote, “Caminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar,” (wanderer there is no path, the path is made while walking). The truth of these words became reality shortly after I arrived in Albuquerque, New Mexico in the fall of 1996. I was passing through this sleepy city on my way to…
ByMichelle Adam
It’s a strange feeling to roll into this city of Albuquerque in the middle of nowhere, and then sit here, on the sidewalk of the main street of the university, looking at the mountains that hover over this place. They are beautiful. This scenery is spectacular, but I wonder what people do here. I wait…
ByMichelle Adam
Angst follows me like a heavy cloud that won’t lift as I drive west with my car full, and my friends, Jane and Geri, driving up ahead. They, too, are leaving the East Coast for San Francisco. We stop in Nashville, home to country music and where Jane’s friend lives. Sitting on her porch under…
ByMichelle Adam
I hear the clock ticking, the cicadas buzzing to a different time outside my family home in New Jersey. The steam evaporates along the rim of the cup I am holding. It is nighttime. It is quiet for three seconds, it seems. I feel emptiness. I hold the resonance of Patricia’s words in my gut….
ByCatherine Green
I am in the middle of a huge personal change. Outwardly, nothing is different. I am still your average mother and housewife, running around with the children, doing the chores, managing the house, and all the other nuances of a mundane life. But inwardly, well, everything is changing. And the reason for this is that…