Traveling on a floating global village Our country is enormous and beautiful. Each corner of it has its own magic. Igor, my grandson, together with my daughter Nicole and I, boarded a truly enormous ship together with 3,500 fellow humans coming from every part of our planet. It was an experience to behold and cherish…
Twenty-two years have passed since I recounted in this journal, the events and experience of my memorable trip together with my grandson Igor at the beach. ( “Igor, My Two-Year Old Grandson Takes Me For a Weekend at the Beach,” Psych. Times Aug. 1992) yet What a short time! Igor is now a young man- an aspiring scientist in biochemistry who is elegant,…
It was a spring morning, full of sunlight and clarity. It made one feel exuberant and zestful. It was a fine day for doing things. At my request, Bill Halstead, my young visiting friend and soon to become a colleague, who happened also to be an accomplished expert falconer, agreed to demonstrate for me the…
This is the story of adventures of two people and two animals at our farm called “Alkyonis” (Greek for Tranquility.) The farm is big and has meadows, streams, a small forest, a lake and a big house. In farm live and browse fourty-two cows, a black angus bull, thirty calves, ten sheep, one ram and…
In the face of it, a twenty-two month old toddler and a sixty-two year old man are separated by vast canyons, chasms and abysses of experiences, knowledge, accumulated cobwebs, barnacles, creaking bones and settled ways on one side and thousands of empty unwritten pages yet to be filled, on the other. That’s what you would…
Granted, in the mornings the stretching of limbs is a little heavy now, And a whiff of melancholy, a permanent noise, -A vortex of self-pity for the unwary, – The competitive enthusiasm – a priority cancelled. The feverishness for territoriality – stilled. The rapacity for possessing; – Attempts for clutching the rocks forever – Thoughtless…
Chroniclers of the Soul 