In the North words are short. At least the best ones are. Maybe they have to be. People in the North need words they can yell across a fjord or from one boat to another. The words rarely have a lot of vowels; mostly hard sounds that don’t mind the rain. Often … More Wild Hope
That poncho. It wasn’t just the colour achieved with a weave of white and black blending into a soft grey. It was the way she draped it. Not elegantly because that was not her objective. Maybe it was just the way the poncho matched her grey, free-flowing hair. Some fifty years ago, … More The Ashram Girl on Chepstow Road
May I recommend you watch this video? Fiddle with the “settings” to get English subtitles if needed. Un violador en tu camino I wrote earlier this year about the 8M demonstrations in Spain and other countries, and about how they took the celebration of the International Women’s Day to a different and dynamic level. … More Un violador en tu camino
I invite you to my secret world. Will you come? I invite you to discover senses you never thought you had. Sit with me, and I will tell you about my encounter with this world and its beings. Animals or humans, I don’t know. Close your eyes and open your soul. You will see spirits … More The sixth, the seventh and the others
We knew the risk. We knew the forecast was for a severe thunderstorm late afternoon. We knew that one of the more esoteric forecasting services showed the possibility of a very severe thunderstorm, significantly stronger than the central forecast put out by the Swiss Meteorological service which most people on Lake Geneva follow, and … More Risk
There are places so powerful that they become part of life, part of your emotional geography. You experience them once, and they never leave you. To experience such a place can be exhilarating or it can be frightening because you know you will live with the memory forever. The Vietnam Memorial in Washington … More The V
First light. Time to check the sea state from the office window. The Mediterranean is glass. Quick. I’m going. Ten minutes later, parked, getting stuff out of the car. The little store getting restocked, smell of croissants and baguettes, maybe later. Get paddle, back support, waterproof bag. Air still, water like glass. … More Le Cap
May I tell you a story about a Danish girl? Come with me to Denmark, to its northernmost region called Vendsyssel. And come back in time with me to 1915 or so. A complicated time in the world, a simple time in the small town where we are headed. You are free to deploy all … More Linda
We are seven so many They taught me everything why did I stutter? They tackled the bullies there were other wounds I feel the scars they don’t hurt We were close I ran away I am coming back their arms are open We have the same eyes we see different things Our voices are similar … More Siblings
You may have noticed on the GlobalGrownUp website that there is a link to a Spanish language version of my scribblings: El Nómada Maduro. You may even have wondered why. Well, I am trying to learn Spanish and that requires constant work on grammar, syntax, and vocabulary. What better way to do that than … More We are from everywhere
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