My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

I feel like a bee, flying from flower to flower, gathering pollen and cross-pollinating as well. Today is a long journey over changing lands...

I have been traveling for six months now, and today I wondered, where am I? Of course I know that I am in Florence, Italy, but there is a pa...

THE DREAM has re-united me with my daughter Sarah in Italy. I had not planned to return here so soon, but the currents of life and affecti...

Written Saturday, July 5th, posted Sunday Several years ago, after a dental checkup, my dentist, an excellent physician, told me he discover...

I have once again found my way to the remote mountain village of Darrical, ( see my blog of May, 2007 ) where my friends Carol and Rolf liv...

The surface of the moon became a stage when the astronauts landed there, and Madrid became my stage when I landed here. I have taken to th...

Fate brought me to Madrid , and I am glad. It was not my intention to come here, but I need to repair my camera lens, and also, get a visa t...

What is the difference between our dreaming and wakened consciousness? Sleep is often maligned as the poorer cousin of wakened consciousness...

Granada, Spain and I have mixed together so much that our boundaries are now obscure. Textures, winding cobbled streets, sounds of clapping ...

At times in my present nomadic existence, I wonder, who am I now that I do not have a home? The thought might come as I am standing in a s...

Van Gogh, All Hung Up, oil on linen, 22 x 24 inches Is it possible that only three months have passed in my year long odyssey? The last...