I'm here but sometimes I'd rather be there. Where is there? The opposite of here, naturally. I've been to a lot of 'there' in my days and this blog is observation and reflection of those special places and the impression they've made on me. Passion, it's also about passion.
Thursday, August 31, 2017
Tuesday, August 8, 2017
Woman dressed in white
I tell you
how the water
turned blue
how the boat headed
toward the horizon
the motor beating like a heart
of the woman dressed in white
preparing herself for the moment
24 white roses
in her arms
she knew his longing
I tell you
she meant to remain strong
yet faltered
how the water
turned blue
how the boat headed
toward the horizon
the motor beating like a heart
of the woman dressed in white
preparing herself for the moment
24 white roses
in her arms
she knew his longing
I tell you
she meant to remain strong
yet faltered
April 24, 2008
~ Gwen C. MurrayMonday, July 24, 2017
Traveling through the years
Ode to a 70 Year Old
In New Guinea, Lahore or Kathmandu
Sleeping in beds not made for two
Admiring the beautiful Taj Mahal
Awake in Africa for the lion’s call
In Borneo we were often seen
The choice for headhunter’s new cuisine
Around the world I’ve traveled with you
I will follow you into your seventies too.
~ Gwen C. Murray
In New Guinea, Lahore or Kathmandu
Sleeping in beds not made for two
Admiring the beautiful Taj Mahal
Awake in Africa for the lion’s call
In Borneo we were often seen
The choice for headhunter’s new cuisine
Around the world I’ve traveled with you
I will follow you into your seventies too.
~ Gwen C. Murray
Location:
Kalimantan
Monday, July 10, 2017
Monday, June 26, 2017
Wednesday, June 7, 2017
That smile
I took this photograph in Pakistan in 1980, this small girl in school, a small building in the mountains with thirty students. Each student used a stick to write on the dirt floor to do their lessons.
~ Gwen C. Murray
~ Gwen C. Murray
Location:
Pakistan
Friday, May 26, 2017
What's on your head?
Waiting for something in Paris about 1985. They had no idea of those little bums behind their heads.
~ photo by Gwen C. Murray
~ photo by Gwen C. Murray
Location:
Paris, France
Sunday, May 14, 2017
Spots from dinner in Burma
The boy with the watermelon was taken in Burma.
It was quite primitive at the time, I think we realized what culture shock was. Before we went through customs they counted my jewelry and made a list so I would return it on the way out.
At the Strand hotel one could identify her table in the dining room by the spots from dinner the previous night.
The Burmese were lovely and the temples grand.
photos by Gwen Murray TRAVELING IN BURMA
Location:
Myanmar (Burma)
Tuesday, May 9, 2017
Tiny girl
In the brown Moroccan village the color of sand In layers of dust and despair
The child stands on a stick of a leg
Wrapped in white cloth
She will speak, begging for Dirham
I see this tiny girl and do nothing
I want to pay for her good health
Soon she will be veiled
Ready for picking
Never ready for brown babies
Who will tear her young flesh
Demanding care she cannot give
Location:
Morocco
Saturday, April 22, 2017
Monday, April 10, 2017
Time on a hill side
The Cold Hill Side
As months and years accumulate,
I miss you more and more.
Forgetting where I put the key,
I sometimes find a door
I miss you more and more.
Forgetting where I put the key,
I sometimes find a door
and other times feel stunned and lost,
though living in my own
body and life, presumably,
bewildered and alone
though living in my own
body and life, presumably,
bewildered and alone
as the knight, kidnapped and released
to a dim world, who said
And I awoke and found me here
on the cold hill side.
to a dim world, who said
And I awoke and found me here
on the cold hill side.
by Rachel Hadas July 23, 2007
Thursday, March 30, 2017
Saturday, March 18, 2017
Interdependent we are
True spirituality is to be aware that if we are interdependent with everything and everyone else, even our smallest, least significant thought, word, action have real consequences throughout the universe.
Sogyal Rinpoche
Thursday, March 2, 2017
What is and what was
I think I have reached that certain age when the past seems so much better than the future. It was and it is. I spend great amounts of time looking at slides, photos, letters and unfinished poetry. Lots of that. Hours pass and I am sitting in the middle of the floor surrounded by the history of my life. I begin to discard, my hand hesitates over the garbage bag….just one more glance. Despite my determination I am weak. Someone will have to clean up my life it should be me

Tuesday, February 14, 2017
Affection ~ I'll take it
We can live without religion and meditation, but we cannot survive without human affection.
– Dalai Lama
– Dalai Lama
Monday, February 6, 2017
Wednesday, January 18, 2017
The dancing Gods of India
Pashupatinath temple
Dawn is filled with smoke
We join the milkdrinkers
Wear no leather belts or shoes
Wet cow’s breath follows us
Gentle music of glass bracelets
Worn by women with kohl rimmed eyes
Filling their brass urns with sacred water
Pyramids of soft powders
Colors of egg yolks and blood
Await
The dancing Gods of India
~ Gwen C. Murray
Dawn is filled with smoke
We join the milkdrinkers
Wear no leather belts or shoes
Wet cow’s breath follows us
Gentle music of glass bracelets
Worn by women with kohl rimmed eyes
Filling their brass urns with sacred water
Pyramids of soft powders
Colors of egg yolks and blood
Await
The dancing Gods of India
~ Gwen C. Murray
Location:
India
Thursday, January 12, 2017
Cambodia and young monks
Labels:
angkor wat,
cambodia,
monks,
travel
Location:
Krong Siem Reap, Cambodia
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