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The crooked paths... Around this time 25 years ago I was getting ready to board a plane to Sarajevo. The beginning of 1,5 years in the Balkans, first Bosnia then Kosovo. Butmir Camp in Sarajevo and then the British Camp Slim and Murphy lines in Pri
Tomorrow I gather with a small group of people, to explore thresholds through story! Stories of crossings and the life that waits beyond the familiar. This beautiful spot between - and our capacity to navigate. The rain is said to pour, so maybe i
Today I visited my friend at the end-of-life care unit. He’s my age. I just learned that weeks or days was the horizon. I don’t know what to do other than write about it. I drove up and even from the parkinglot there was a sense of calm.
I remember as a child, I was walking with Gram us the hill in North West River. As I remember it, down the road we saw a wolf standing. And it walked off. So did we. That was it. Once again the wolf conversation in Denmark is blowing up. As it does

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