Happy New Year!

Phew! Can hardly contain my joy that the craven Bushismo Era is coming to a close this month, and my hopes that George’s new show at the International Criminal Court in the Hague is a smash hit. I’m somewhat cynical but cautiously optimistic at the changes that President Obama will be able to lead and…

Chant-a-Palooza! Getting Ecstatic at Omega

Phew, it’s been a while since I’ve been in blog mode. Took a while to acclimate to the US of A, but sure as green grass follows this summer’s New England rains, I got sucked right back in to the home flow. Been very deep in web lila–developing the almost-ready-for-prime-time new Dharma Boutique web shop…

Back to the Old Sod

A timeless afternoon at 35,000 feet altitude Somewhere between Amsterdam and New England Nine weeks later, home is on the way. It is light out, and I am sitting in the first row of this old 757 flying west across the Atlantic Ocean. I’m taking a break from a tear-jerking love and death movie, P.S.…

And in the Third Month Comes Return

Delhi National/Domestic Airport 2:48 p.m. OK, the always frazzling final Delhi work stretch is completed: we are now cooling our heels at the airport waiting for our flight down to Mumbai, where our return on Northwest Airlines departs tomorrow night back to the states via A’dam (Amsterdam).

Blast Off!

It’s on now: T-minus 3 hours, and counting, until I roll out of the driveway, leaving the New England snowfields behind in favor of spending the bulk of the next 24 hours cruising 7 miles above the crust of the earth. Bags are zippered up, last hot bath is steaming and beckoning to me as…

Pre-launch Tubble-Bubble

Hubble-bubble is another name for hookah, one of those funky, elaborate long-necked water-pipe smoking devices in common use across the planet. Today, I’m more interested in my rapidly diminishing access to one of my own favorite haunts–the bathtub. Sigh. I’m getting separation anxiety already. So as a grey dawn breaks across western Massachusetts, revealing the…

Return of the birds

As planning and equipment provisioning are reaching a fevered pitch, I lulled myself to sleep last night wrapped in a cocoon of stress, with the vague sense of being not-yet properly prepared beginning to take on clearer features, the contours of the last-minute-breakdowns and clarifications of the still voluminous to-do list dancing like rancid little…