Taktshang

Remembering the time when we had to go find Penelope, that ditzy friend of ours who ran off to Asia in search of giant bonsai trees.

I need to run off to somewhere to escape from the pain of writing a totally made-up-and-in-no-way-relating-to-anyone-or-anything-that-is-or-ever-has-been-alive-or-that-I-have-ever-met-or-even-happened-to-live-with novel.

Tangiers

At the core of our hearts are those things we have left behind...

"What was the most beautiful thing you left behind?"

"Finest of all the things I have left is the light of the sun,
Next to that the brilliant stars and the face of the moon,
Cucumbers in their season, too, and apples and pears."


Praxilla of Sicyon
Hymn to Adonis
5th century B.C.
translated by Bernard Knox