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Feliz Navidad de Alcazar, Andalucia,  Spain No water in the  village for the last 48 hours.  Not complaining, just adjusting! Crystals.  During a crystal healing  workshop on Saturday in the Lecrin Valley, surrounded by orange trees... Crystal Cave in Paraguay.  a   young psychic woman started telling me 'things' about my connection to disadvantaged children in the third world, especially in Peru and Bolivia. As she talked about my passion for these little beings,  tears streamed down my face.  I don't know why I'm feeling so tearful I told her. I honestly didn't.  Suddenly my  whole body was filled with a gripping pain. 'You love them s o much  because they're like  your own children, ' she said.   'Yes...'  I replied slowly.  As I lay on a makeshift bed of deep blue pillows, Emma intuitively placed the quartz, fluorite and amethyst crystals onto my third chackra.  Their immediate  effect was like a drug.  Silently, I fe

Two different kinds of Christmas

    Kids are at Home, with Parents, in Bolivian Prisons   themoderatevoice.com                                        After a month of trying to contact Bolivian Ramiro Llanos, prison  director of San Pedro prison  in La Paz, this morning I heard  via the prison dentist, that the prison authorities will be delighted for us to send Christmas present art packs and balloons  for  the 160 children who live in this  prison with their dads.   Christmas in prison?? In Bolivia it's  common for children to live in prisons with their incarcerated parent.  This will happen if there isn't anybody else to look after them.  How can this happen? Mothers may also  be in prison, or have left the family, grandparents maybe to too frail or too  poor to help. The alternative is that the children are dumped on the street.  Many are.   160  girls and boys under 6 years  live  in San Pedro prison with their dads. But first, here's a litte info about our

El misterio

Letting go.

Three weeks ago I drove  my 18 year old car over 1000 kms  to the tiny village of Farrera in the Spanish Pyrenees, to try to paint my way back into writing my screenplay. My destination was  El Centre d’Art i Natura,  'a  truly inspiring  place for artists and researchers from all over the world.'  It's situated at an altitude of 1,360 m in the heart of the Catalan Pyrenees, 250 km from Barcelona and not far from Andorra.   The village  benefits from - the website says-  an exceptionally  peaceful setting, ideally suited to reflection, inspiration and creative work. I knew this  to be true.  My last visit was  eight years ago. By the first weekend, what happened, to my great surprise,  was that I  let my screenplay go.  I said a swift silent  goodbye  to four years  work, and adios to an exciting  dream. How did this happen ?

Farrera, Centre d'Art i Natura.

So here I am back again in Farrera, a tiny village with 22 inhabitants in the Spanish Pyrenees, two and a half days drive from where I live in Andalucia. My last residency here was eight years ago. Farrera is a magical place where artists, writers, musicians and scientists come to live together- merge- and work on their individual projects related to mountains. Some stay for a month. I'm here for two weeks. My project is to paint my way back into my screenplay, which is set in Patagonia and Bolivia. My companions at Farrera this week have been two young women. One has inspired me greatly with her project to record the sounds of the village and surrounding valleys. I never noticed how sweet the sound of gentle rain is, nor how exciting the sound of footsteps on uneven terrain. Odile has also introduced me the work of two film makers ( animators) whose work I find fascinating. I'll post the info below. Last year, after eighteen months working on the sc

Healing / Dreams

“The emotion that can break your heart is sometimes the very one that heals it...” ― Nicholas Sparks , At First Sight “The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” ― Rumi Please click on the last image to see all images larger. These are digital images derived from a collage I made last week. And so the journey to heal the arthritis in my legs  continues.  My dream is to be able to ride a horse again.  Some days I can't walk up the stairs. And today, I discovered my real dream is much bigger than just to sit astride a horse again. There are  two ways to visit the 70 remote, isolated families my  young Peruvian friend and I are supporting each winter in the  High Andes of Peru. One is to trek, the other is to ride.  Walking would take three days,  and at high altitude (around 4500m, 14.900 feet) that would take  some training. My intention, my dream is make this journey on horseback. Four years ago I visited this famil

Heart into healing, healing into heart. Mi corazón está...

 Mi corazón está en mi curación y mi recuperación entra en mi corazón  So this is what I would like to say to you – "just accept it and then see what happens". - Osho

Painting my way back...

Passion for...

...Bolivia...

Alegria

Friday 13th is often said to be an unlucky day. For me it brought pure Alegria (happiness). The day started early, I was in Motril by 9am. The fine grey material covering the inside of the roof of my 18 year old car had collapsed in places, so driving - when the window was open- had become like having a large sheet trampolining on and off my head . There was a real possibility of being enshrouded at any moment, so, it had to be fixed. There was a real possibility of being enshrouded at any moment, so, it had to be fixed.  The repair job was going to take four hours. It would coast 100€. I took a new book to read to bide my time. It was too hot to go exploring the city. The book had been waiting to be picked up for at least three months. Funny how the day, the hour, the minute have to be just right for each new read.  Called 'An Irish Tale of a Modern Mystic' the author,Tantra Matt, was a friend of a friend. The day promised to be a scorcher

Glasgow Helen's garden

Helen in Glasgow has been my friend for 62 years ! Her daughter died six years ago leaving a one year old golden child. He is the sun in Helens life. I don't see my garden as you see it Helen said. The rain stops for a few hours. You usually do that sometimes, don´t you ! A line from Scottish folk song. Helen is a musician. Joy is what happens when we allow ourselves to recognize how good things really are. By Marianne Williamson sadness changes its face in a garden... Thomas honoring his mothers wedding anniversary, and then... a game of football for the wee fella.

Rezando por 19 jóvenes. Thinking of Bolivia.

Creo que aquí es donde ocurrió el accidente en Bolivia. Rezando por la comodidad para las familias de los 19 jóvenes atletas que perdieron la vida en un accidente de autobús hace unos días. Los jóvenes viajaban a La Paz desde el pueblo de Chulumani y sus alrededores, a 180 kilómetros al noroeste de la capital. This beautiful scene -not my photo- is where 19 young Bolivian athletes ( aged between 14- 19)lost their lives a few days ago. I invite you to join me in sending the families your most loving thoughts and prayers, that they may in time be able to come to terms with and overcome their losses. The children were on their way from the country - the beautiful village of Chulumani in The Yungas area - to La Paz for a sports event. "When we leave this world, how much we have loved will be our true legacy. It is the only thing we will leave behind and carry with us." By Anne Siloy "Cuando dejamos este mundo, cuánto hemos amado será nuestro verdade
Adventures from my doorstep. Fiesta at Puerto Juviley, Andalucia , Spain. Lunch ? Err well... two hours later... Smelling is important... needs more salt... waiting for lunch... Paellea!!! and then Swedish Inger buying from the craft stall ! Wendy whose partner Angus makes the fabulous flags. and music...