My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

I have returned once again to my beloved Venice, where cars do not exist and church bell towers lean precariously close to falling. Althou...

It occasionally happens while I am painting that there is a moment of impasse and I must choose to either continue working in a way I know ...

THE DREAM is taking me backwards, away from my destination of circling the globe. Instead, I am now circling the Mediterranean Sea. How coul...

Edirne, near the Greek border, is the last city in Turkey where Baha’u’llah was forced to live in exile outside of His native Persia. Durin...

Early in life, I always pictured places in my mind’s eye by the images I gathered from books; especially art history books. New York I ass...

If sometimes the streets of the world are hell, I have found heaven on a mountain in Haifa, Israel. Being on the grounds of the Bahá’í wo...

To travel in an unfolding dream is to live every moment within mystery. Egypt is mysterious and inscrutable as the hieroglyphics inscribed i...

THE DREAM is giving me what I want and more. Here in Luxor, along the Nile River, where the Egyptians built vast temples and tombs 7000 ye...

The news from the Middle East has been mostly violent for many years, so I built up some trepidation about visiting. I pictured myself getti...

Fragments from THE DREAM: I am on Tobacco Key, a tiny Belize reef island, 45 minutes boat ride from Dangriga. I have come to snorkel in the ...

I am growing accustomed to the ceaseless sound of the wind and waves on the beach outside my room. One morning it was quiet when I awoke, an...