life in parallel universal railway tracks meet at love’s junction Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1279 Yekaterinburg Today we are going back to Yekaterinburg, one of the stops on Paulo Coelho’s journey with the Trans-Siberian Railroad (TSR) and the birthplace of one of the lead characters of his novel Aleph. Advertisements
a silent moment messages from the cosmos language of white noise Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1139 listening Chèvrefeuille says that before we enter Santiago De Compostela, there is another thing Paulo had to learn. Not everyone can listen, be that listener who can and will help you to solve your […]
a barn by a lane baked with mud and straw a tissue of holes burrowed by rain, wind and mice decorates the broken door Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1138 hospitality There are only three days left in January and we are nearly at Santiago De Compostela, walking the Road to […]
above and below passage of traffic and time weathering the bridge Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1137 The Bridge January is almost over and we are entering the last stages of our pilgrimage on the Road to Santiago. Chèvrefeuille has called this episode ‘The Bridge’, which links to the following passage […]
on a mountain road head in clouds and feet on path counting the scallops Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to Carpe Diem #1136 Imagine this … Chèvrefeuille wants us to trigger our inspiration and our muses with another image taken on the Road to Santiago.
dusty red sunset shepherds’s flock obscures the view counting dream sheep Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to Carpe Diem #1135 that moment … In this episode, Chèvrefeuille has shared a moment experienced by Paulo on the road to Santiago. A haiku is only an impression of a moment as short […]
a constant victim of fickle sea’s eviction vagrant hermit crab Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to Carpe Diem #1134 beyond control Chèvrefeuille asks if we know the feeling that we are losing control; that time (for example) is like grains of sand through our fingers? He says that no one […]