and so become yourself, because the past is just a goodbye. Crosby, Stills and Nash The first morning at Villa Mangku, a snake appeared. Dark and curled on the cool white tile of the kitchen floor. My bare feet, suddenly vulnerable and exposed. I mistook the snake as a bad omen, but it wasn’t. Snakes, […]
Stories from the Rice Fields
I remember my first friend. He understood me and made me laugh. And he was completely imaginary.
The heron will have one foot on land, and one in the water. Ancient cultures believed that the heron acts as a majestic guide and signifies liminality – a crossing into an in-between space – a space that is neither here nor there. “Liminality (from the Latin word līmen), meaning “a threshold” is the quality […]