wanderings & wonderings

Agung, Abang, Batur, sacred volcanoes, gateways to Gaia ...

Cobalt night; threads of jasmine woven with moonlight...

Written in 2006 Ubud, Bali. Late one Friday evening in July. In the circle of friends sharing laughter, good food and companionship. The...

the shrill ringing of my alarm clock competing with the raucous croaking of the frogs in the rice fields, piercing the peacefulness of my de

Bali, June 2006, the island lashed by uncharacteristically wild winds and heavy rains that blanketed the mountains in deep, dark cloud

A cool, bright night in the rice fields. Not a whisper of wind rifling the mosquito net that fell in a waterfall of pale cream cloth from ..

Central Bali, gazing out of the window into the inky blackness that blankets the rice fields. A brief moment of darkness...

Early one Saturday morning in the middle of April. A day that dawned bright and clear and sunny. A canopy of endless blue sky ...

New Year almost upon us. I worked out the other day that in a six month period I celebrate not one but six new years. Lucky girl.

No mistaking the fact that today is Monday. In the deep darkness before dawn the haunting call of the Koels stirred me from my slumber.