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For as long as I can remember, my dearest wish has been to be a black, male dancer. My first serious teacher was Donald McKayle, a tall, dark Appolo from, I think, somewhere in the Carribean and my ideal has forever since taken his form. Never mind that I am female, quite Caucasian and currently...
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Writing books is, for me, great pleasure at every stage of the process; conventional marketing, on the other hand is a horrid chore at every stage. After a full morning on the computer, there is no way I’m willing to spend even one more minute in front of that screen! I’m a flop on Facebook and I...
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Each Spring, after the rains wet the dry California earth and the first plants – the peas and greens – are put into the ground, I go out with my flashlight after dark to hunt for snails. When I forget, they dine sumptuously on the new green, leaving nothing but pathetic, chewed-up stems, so I...
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#2 of Gobekli Tepe blogs One of the stone engravings on the Gobekli Tepe site shows a pair of arms embracing a pillar, the hands coming together at the place where, if this were a human figure, would be the lower belly. The gesture is tender, familiar and also compositionally decorative. When I...
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A few months ago I had never heard the words “Gobekli Tepe” ( which means, in Turkish, “hill with a big belly”) or “Yugas” (which means in Sanscrit “cycles of time measured in thousands of years.”) And now my life seems to be centered around how this big-bellied hill fits into the cycles of the...
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When I am weary of the daily news or non-stop work, I take my comfort with children’s books. My favorite stories involve young heroes and heroines who, using their sharp wits, pure hearts and magic, confront bad-guy adults bent on mayhem. So when, recently, I had completed a large work of my own...
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May 2012 be filled with wonder and laughter, creativity and love for you and yours! I'd like to share with you a wondrous gift in my life - the music of Dimitris Zaimakis, a self-taught pianist and composer from Crete who is living at the moment in North Carolina with his wife and children. I am...
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In the early 1980s, I saw a picture of the passage mound at Kercado in Brittany, France and I recognized it, with no idea why. I had never even been in Brittany. It wasn’t only familiar, but I felt an odd sadness and an urge to go back there, and also to invite with me a man from Switzerland ...
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There is something about unexplainable phenomena like aliens and UFOs, synchronicities, megalithic standing stones, crop circles and so on that tickle my fancy. Nobody can explain them logically and so, for the most part, they don’t receive much of our attention although I expect strange ‘...
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The Love Story: When we met, over 50 years ago at a music camp on a lake in the Adirondack Mountains of New York State, John was16 and I was a year older, a counselor in a cabin of girls that included his 14 year old sister. He was studying violin and composition, I played the flute and she, if I...
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Read about the origins of my first books in Part I of this post. Following that, another unexpected collaboration with Natasha Hoffman, a woman I’ve never actually met, resulted in a book about teachings from the standing stones in Brittany, VOICES OUT OF STONE: Magic and Mystery in Megalithic...
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Years ago, while working in North India as a midwife with village people in the Ganges Plain, and studying North Indian flute, I learned something about Polarities: how suffering and sublimity went side by side; how life and death were part of the same thing. That became the theme of my first book...
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My first book "EARTH BELOW, HEAVEN ABOVE" was a novel based on my experiences as a midwife in India, published by Scribners in 1975. I had written it in the first person, for verisimilitude, but used the novel form, making up people and events as a way of illustrating the polarities: life...
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This is momentous for me in a kind of small way, in that it's my first-ever blog. Normally, in a conversation, I wait to hear what the other(s) want to talk about, and then, maybe, I'll have my say. In fact, I'm a terrific listener and mostly quite interested to hear what 'you're' thinking about. I...
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