Angels.

If you think about carefully and over some period of time, after many walks by its shore, you will come … Continue reading Angels.

Burma

Pieces.

Collecting dust, the pieces sit on shelves, in old suitcases, in bookcases, in my home, in other’s houses, distant, close … Continue reading Pieces.

On April 1st, an event will take place which will have great impact on the trip to Burma. Elections are … Continue reading April 1st.

There’s that nagging feeling you get sometimes when you look out into the dark. That feeling that something is there, … Continue reading Why?

Elephants are not small animals, and as pets, they are problematic to say the least; very expensive to feed, bath … Continue reading White Elephants.

Burma

I’m not sure if it’s Kharma, life whispering but as I was sitting outside today in Los Angeles working on … Continue reading 1984

I am sitting in Los Angeles, as the sun rises here. Gchatting, emailing, texting, using the cell phone. I often … Continue reading Traveling.

Ironically I am on a plane, flying West to Los Angeles from Boston. After much thought and pondering I have … Continue reading Time To Start Writing.