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Jonathan Larson

Pebble on the Tongue*: A Middle Worth the Wager

Jun 3, 2025
Overheard in a Wisconsin Bakery: Customer:  I’d like a whole pecan pie, please. Server: I’m sorry but I only have left a layer pie with pecans on top. Customer: Really?  I had my heart set on the pecan. Server: Let me tell you, this pie has a layer of chocolate fudge in the middle. That […]

Pebble on the Tongue*: A Middle Worth the Wager

June 3, 2025 Leave a Comment

Overheard in a Wisconsin Bakery: Customer:  I’d like a whole pecan pie, please. Server: I’m sorry but I only have left a layer pie with pecans on top. Customer: Really?  I had my heart set on the pecan. Server: Let me tell you, this pie has a layer of chocolate fudge in the middle. That […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Mother Of All Road Trips* (XVIII): Search for the Soul of Pilgrim Country

May 9, 2025
A modern highway winds west from the palms of Jericho – reputedly the oldest continuously inhabited city on earth – upwards into parched hills.  But there is an alternative route: a pilgrim trail that disappears up the Wadi Qelt beyond the city ruins.  A rise brings into view the shimmers – was that a whiff […]

Mother Of All Road Trips* (XVIII): Search for the Soul of Pilgrim Country

May 9, 2025 2 Comments

A modern highway winds west from the palms of Jericho – reputedly the oldest continuously inhabited city on earth – upwards into parched hills.  But there is an alternative route: a pilgrim trail that disappears up the Wadi Qelt beyond the city ruins.  A rise brings into view the shimmers – was that a whiff […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Pebble on the Tongue: A Sweet, One-of-a-Kind, Byway

Apr 30, 2025
Along the lower reaches of the Congo River, in what was once called the Kingdom of the Kongo, lie tracts of sugar cane and a hundred-year-old factory that tickles the sweet tooth of central Africa.  But it is not the cane fields or the sugar plant or the rum it conjures that so impressed me […]

Pebble on the Tongue: A Sweet, One-of-a-Kind, Byway

April 30, 2025 Leave a Comment

Along the lower reaches of the Congo River, in what was once called the Kingdom of the Kongo, lie tracts of sugar cane and a hundred-year-old factory that tickles the sweet tooth of central Africa.  But it is not the cane fields or the sugar plant or the rum it conjures that so impressed me […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Mother Of All Road Trips* (XVII): Bedouin Wilderness Between Storied Rivers

Apr 20, 2025
The Euphrates breathes myth like few rivers on Earth.  Consider that it rises in the Armenian highlands, not from canebrakes and undergrowth, but midst orchards of pistachio and plum.  Somewhere on such a watershed must lie the garden of epic human beginnings, of the glories and defeats of human struggle.  Imagine for a moment that […]

Mother Of All Road Trips* (XVII): Bedouin Wilderness Between Storied Rivers

April 20, 2025 5 Comments

The Euphrates breathes myth like few rivers on Earth.  Consider that it rises in the Armenian highlands, not from canebrakes and undergrowth, but midst orchards of pistachio and plum.  Somewhere on such a watershed must lie the garden of epic human beginnings, of the glories and defeats of human struggle.  Imagine for a moment that […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Mother of All Road Trips (XVI) – Baghdad: The Eastern Gate, Sindbad and the River

Mar 29, 2025
Our caravan of eight souls, riding a now sightly battered VW sedan with trailer, possessed none of the gait or riches of the camel trains that once plied the Silk Roads.  But we had gathered tales of our own, fought the pressures of time and the hazards of long-arc travels.  With those credentials we slipped […]

Mother of All Road Trips (XVI) – Baghdad: The Eastern Gate, Sindbad and the River

March 29, 2025 6 Comments

Our caravan of eight souls, riding a now sightly battered VW sedan with trailer, possessed none of the gait or riches of the camel trains that once plied the Silk Roads.  But we had gathered tales of our own, fought the pressures of time and the hazards of long-arc travels.  With those credentials we slipped […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Mother Of All Road Trips (XV): Dust of Story, Dreams of Glory 

Mar 23, 2025
From the rarified air and drama of the Elburz mountains the road brought us down into a broad bowl embracing Iran’s capital, Tehran.  Second only to Cairo for size in the region, the city possessed an orderly air having risen almost from nothing in the course of a single century.  Unlike other cities we’d seen, […]

Mother Of All Road Trips (XV): Dust of Story, Dreams of Glory 

March 23, 2025 10 Comments

From the rarified air and drama of the Elburz mountains the road brought us down into a broad bowl embracing Iran’s capital, Tehran.  Second only to Cairo for size in the region, the city possessed an orderly air having risen almost from nothing in the course of a single century.  Unlike other cities we’d seen, […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Pebble on the Tongue: A Breakfast Server’s Feat

Mar 8, 2025
Meandering one day like a crew that had mislaid its compass, we stopped at a wayside pancake house.  As we chattered inconsequentially, a server emerged from the kitchen with a full breakfast platter, slipped on some wet tile and fell spectacularly to the floor, legs splayed, one arm flailing.  But she managed to hold perfectly […]

Pebble on the Tongue: A Breakfast Server’s Feat

March 8, 2025 2 Comments

Meandering one day like a crew that had mislaid its compass, we stopped at a wayside pancake house.  As we chattered inconsequentially, a server emerged from the kitchen with a full breakfast platter, slipped on some wet tile and fell spectacularly to the floor, legs splayed, one arm flailing.  But she managed to hold perfectly […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Mother of All Road Trips (XIV)*:  Red Snake and Towering Cypress

Feb 11, 2025
Ride down the valleys northwest of Mashhad (Iran) toward the Caspian basin and you find yourself rapping at the gates of staggering human dramas.   As the road turns south you see traces of that story: ruined ramparts of a great wall, sometimes called the ‘Red Snake’, rivaling in scale the Great Wall of China.  […]

Mother of All Road Trips (XIV)*:  Red Snake and Towering Cypress

February 11, 2025 4 Comments

Ride down the valleys northwest of Mashhad (Iran) toward the Caspian basin and you find yourself rapping at the gates of staggering human dramas.   As the road turns south you see traces of that story: ruined ramparts of a great wall, sometimes called the ‘Red Snake’, rivaling in scale the Great Wall of China.  […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Mother of All Road Trips (XIII):  A Caliph’s Descendants

Feb 2, 2025
Having long sauntered through the city bazaars of South Asia – the alleyways of open kitchens, of cobblers and mountains of turmeric, of sari merchants and blacksmiths – we regarded the outskirts of Mashhad as something like tomorrow-land.  At evening, haloes of neon illuminated service stations, stores sat in geometric order teeming with western goods […]

Mother of All Road Trips (XIII):  A Caliph’s Descendants

February 2, 2025 15 Comments

Having long sauntered through the city bazaars of South Asia – the alleyways of open kitchens, of cobblers and mountains of turmeric, of sari merchants and blacksmiths – we regarded the outskirts of Mashhad as something like tomorrow-land.  At evening, haloes of neon illuminated service stations, stores sat in geometric order teeming with western goods […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Mother of All Road Trips (XII): Hiccup in No-Man’s-Land*

Jan 24, 2025
Having left the Silk Road city walls of Herat (Afghanistan) in our dust we trailed west toward the frontier with Iran coming to the Afghan border post at Islam Qala.  There we cleared exit formalities with authorities who regarded with side-eye our saucy-red VW sedan, its makeshift rooftop carrier accommodating three additional passengers and a […]

Mother of All Road Trips (XII): Hiccup in No-Man’s-Land*

January 24, 2025 7 Comments

Having left the Silk Road city walls of Herat (Afghanistan) in our dust we trailed west toward the frontier with Iran coming to the Afghan border post at Islam Qala.  There we cleared exit formalities with authorities who regarded with side-eye our saucy-red VW sedan, its makeshift rooftop carrier accommodating three additional passengers and a […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Soweto Ruffians:  Emissaries of Mercy

Jan 12, 2025
There is a bleak stretch of road north of the Maluti mountains in South Africa where a local bus dropped me one chilly evening.  I was lucky to find shelter at the crossroads where a landlady with a lantern showed me to a spare room.  Before the sun rose the next morning, I stood with […]

Soweto Ruffians:  Emissaries of Mercy

January 12, 2025 16 Comments

There is a bleak stretch of road north of the Maluti mountains in South Africa where a local bus dropped me one chilly evening.  I was lucky to find shelter at the crossroads where a landlady with a lantern showed me to a spare room.  Before the sun rose the next morning, I stood with […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Story of a Piano: How Far Is It To Manzanar?*

Dec 14, 2024
The Three Flags Highway (US Hwy 395) stretches 1300 mi. (2100 km.) virtually from the Canada border south, along the backbone of the USA’s western mountains nearly touching the Mexico frontier.  It must surely be one of the most sweeping and storied stretches of road in America while escaping almost entirely the monotony of her […]

Story of a Piano: How Far Is It To Manzanar?*

December 14, 2024 2 Comments

The Three Flags Highway (US Hwy 395) stretches 1300 mi. (2100 km.) virtually from the Canada border south, along the backbone of the USA’s western mountains nearly touching the Mexico frontier.  It must surely be one of the most sweeping and storied stretches of road in America while escaping almost entirely the monotony of her […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Keyhole at an African Bus Station: Insight Into Climate Dilemmas

Dec 2, 2024
As climate conferences come and go, as pledges are made and forgotten, there is conversation – earnest, bewildered searching – in the alleys of drowning coastal cities, around failed wells in the interior, midst the ruins of storm-flattened villages, and in the camps of the misbegotten who have fled terror spawned by clamor for thinning […]

Keyhole at an African Bus Station: Insight Into Climate Dilemmas

December 2, 2024 2 Comments

As climate conferences come and go, as pledges are made and forgotten, there is conversation – earnest, bewildered searching – in the alleys of drowning coastal cities, around failed wells in the interior, midst the ruins of storm-flattened villages, and in the camps of the misbegotten who have fled terror spawned by clamor for thinning […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Golden Age of Air Travel: Gimpy Plane on a Rainforest Airstrip

Nov 23, 2024
There is a certain nostalgia these days for what some have called ‘the golden age of air travel’.  During much of the ‘50s and early ‘60s, before wide-bodied jets whisked hordes of tourists to the Azores, to Cancun and Chiang Mai, air travel meant piston-engine propeller planes with unpressurized cabins that took as long as […]

Golden Age of Air Travel: Gimpy Plane on a Rainforest Airstrip

November 23, 2024 4 Comments

There is a certain nostalgia these days for what some have called ‘the golden age of air travel’.  During much of the ‘50s and early ‘60s, before wide-bodied jets whisked hordes of tourists to the Azores, to Cancun and Chiang Mai, air travel meant piston-engine propeller planes with unpressurized cabins that took as long as […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Lumberjack Redemption: Blue Ribbon Pie (part deux)

Nov 15, 2024
Though all of us have some acquaintance with career meltdown, Dave ‘the Pie Guy’ Hulett, set the standard for humiliation the day he dropped a conifer on some high-tension power lines not far from the headwaters of the Mississippi. He might well have assumed that his prospects had been sold down Ol’ Man River, as […]

Lumberjack Redemption: Blue Ribbon Pie (part deux)

November 15, 2024 Leave a Comment

Though all of us have some acquaintance with career meltdown, Dave ‘the Pie Guy’ Hulett, set the standard for humiliation the day he dropped a conifer on some high-tension power lines not far from the headwaters of the Mississippi. He might well have assumed that his prospects had been sold down Ol’ Man River, as […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Northwoods Lumberjack: Ah-nold and Human Fallibility 

Oct 25, 2024
We met Dave ‘the Pie Guy’ Hulett at his unassuming south Minneapolis eatery.  In a region famous for autumn desserts, he’s perfected an apple streusel number that won him national notice sometime back. But if you think his pies deserve a Michelin star, you should hear him tell a salty story or two.    He […]

Northwoods Lumberjack: Ah-nold and Human Fallibility 

October 25, 2024 2 Comments

We met Dave ‘the Pie Guy’ Hulett at his unassuming south Minneapolis eatery.  In a region famous for autumn desserts, he’s perfected an apple streusel number that won him national notice sometime back. But if you think his pies deserve a Michelin star, you should hear him tell a salty story or two.    He […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Posthumous Story: Passion for Peace, Restless Pang for Justice

Sep 21, 2024
In the bad old days of apartheid, before the gates of Pollsmoor Prison swung open releasing Nelson Mandela into the sunny streets of Cape Town, South Africa in February, 1990, hope for change was as scant as water in the Kalahari. Across the face of central and southern Africa scattered resistance groups held out against […]

Posthumous Story: Passion for Peace, Restless Pang for Justice

September 21, 2024 6 Comments

In the bad old days of apartheid, before the gates of Pollsmoor Prison swung open releasing Nelson Mandela into the sunny streets of Cape Town, South Africa in February, 1990, hope for change was as scant as water in the Kalahari. Across the face of central and southern Africa scattered resistance groups held out against […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Pebble on the Tongue*: Quo Vadis?

Aug 29, 2024
In a season of bewilderment like our own, a word from African tradition may prove useful: When you are not clear on a destination,You do well to remember whence you came. That is, recall Such recollections can whisper where to plant next steps. *Travelers in desert lands, facing prolonged thirst, have learned that a small […]

Pebble on the Tongue*: Quo Vadis?

August 29, 2024 2 Comments

In a season of bewilderment like our own, a word from African tradition may prove useful: When you are not clear on a destination,You do well to remember whence you came. That is, recall Such recollections can whisper where to plant next steps. *Travelers in desert lands, facing prolonged thirst, have learned that a small […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Pebble on the Tongue*

Aug 22, 2024
Two lines from a classical Chinese poet whose experience of ‘traipse’ touches on travels occasioned by work, fancy, family or even, duress – two lines that may anticipate some great, ultimate move, for which present ‘traipses’ are but rehearsal. The sorrow at leaving my city fades before the old joy of being in new mountains. […]

Pebble on the Tongue*

August 22, 2024 1 Comment

Two lines from a classical Chinese poet whose experience of ‘traipse’ touches on travels occasioned by work, fancy, family or even, duress – two lines that may anticipate some great, ultimate move, for which present ‘traipses’ are but rehearsal. The sorrow at leaving my city fades before the old joy of being in new mountains. […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Unsuspected Depths: Of Tuna Fish Sandwiches and OceanTrenches

Aug 2, 2024
For many years there hung on our living room wall a bazaar scene from childhood. It featured a white-bearded man at the roadside in lotus position, before him a brazier crowned with a wok. In the wok lay a bed of sand upon which he stirred to roasted perfection the peanuts prized by passers-by. This […]

Unsuspected Depths: Of Tuna Fish Sandwiches and OceanTrenches

August 2, 2024 4 Comments

For many years there hung on our living room wall a bazaar scene from childhood. It featured a white-bearded man at the roadside in lotus position, before him a brazier crowned with a wok. In the wok lay a bed of sand upon which he stirred to roasted perfection the peanuts prized by passers-by. This […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Wildfire: There Are Ashes and Then There Are Ashes

Jul 14, 2024
In the summer of 2013, my wife, Mary Kay, and I set out from Phoenix (AZ, USA) driving north into upland hills and forests that lead on to the vistas, the peaks and palisades, of Grand Canyon country.  A plume of smoke dominated the western horizon, a tell-tale sign we soon learned, of a wildfire […]

Wildfire: There Are Ashes and Then There Are Ashes

July 14, 2024 3 Comments

In the summer of 2013, my wife, Mary Kay, and I set out from Phoenix (AZ, USA) driving north into upland hills and forests that lead on to the vistas, the peaks and palisades, of Grand Canyon country.  A plume of smoke dominated the western horizon, a tell-tale sign we soon learned, of a wildfire […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Plum Jam: Law of the Medes and Persians

Jun 23, 2024
There is this expression once common in cultured discourse, ‘the law of the Medes and Persians’, used to describe what is immutable: like the Pole Star by which mariners steer their course.  A similar tautology heard during sports interviews would be, ‘It is what it is.’  There’s no changing this truth, say the sports stars, […]

Plum Jam: Law of the Medes and Persians

June 23, 2024 2 Comments

There is this expression once common in cultured discourse, ‘the law of the Medes and Persians’, used to describe what is immutable: like the Pole Star by which mariners steer their course.  A similar tautology heard during sports interviews would be, ‘It is what it is.’  There’s no changing this truth, say the sports stars, […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Gift of the Termites: Evensong Dismantled

May 30, 2024
Across the belt of Africa below the Sahara, on grassland sometimes swept by fires, a searching eye might come to rest on homely mounds of earth dotting the landscape: castle-like dwellings of termites.  Humble though they appear, a wealth of lore and discovery attaches to these modest features. That these mounds and their termite builders […]

Gift of the Termites: Evensong Dismantled

May 30, 2024 12 Comments

Across the belt of Africa below the Sahara, on grassland sometimes swept by fires, a searching eye might come to rest on homely mounds of earth dotting the landscape: castle-like dwellings of termites.  Humble though they appear, a wealth of lore and discovery attaches to these modest features. That these mounds and their termite builders […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Kalahari Long Shot: A Mother’s Day for the Ages

May 14, 2024
It is the season of posies, bonbons and extravagances like breakfast in bed.  Or a child’s endearing drawing.  None of that is to be sniffed at.  Any token of affection offered when the world’s afire is a sign to cling to even if it means a few crumbs in the covers. With customary tulips and […]

Kalahari Long Shot: A Mother’s Day for the Ages

May 14, 2024 5 Comments

It is the season of posies, bonbons and extravagances like breakfast in bed.  Or a child’s endearing drawing.  None of that is to be sniffed at.  Any token of affection offered when the world’s afire is a sign to cling to even if it means a few crumbs in the covers. With customary tulips and […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Loss and Winsome Sanity: A Refugee Saga

May 4, 2024
You’ve seen the pictures.  Vast refugee camps of makeshift shelter shrouded in dust: Darfur, Gaza, Somalia, Syria, Pakistan.  About the most elegant thing one might call them is ‘tented hope’.  Given the misery, it begs the imagination to think how this could ever be seen as ‘refuge’.  Could they possibly have fled anything worse than […]

Loss and Winsome Sanity: A Refugee Saga

May 4, 2024 4 Comments

You’ve seen the pictures.  Vast refugee camps of makeshift shelter shrouded in dust: Darfur, Gaza, Somalia, Syria, Pakistan.  About the most elegant thing one might call them is ‘tented hope’.  Given the misery, it begs the imagination to think how this could ever be seen as ‘refuge’.  Could they possibly have fled anything worse than […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Thaba Bosiu (Lesotho): Mountain Stronghold in the Night

Mar 13, 2024
Trace the twisting course of the Orange River eastward across the face of southern Africa, and it will bring you to the roof of the sub-continent: the sandstone crests of the Maloti mountains.  Rugged land of ponies and round stone cottages, the country of Lesotho (le-soo-too) possesses resources the world craves: water and clean energy.  […]

Thaba Bosiu (Lesotho): Mountain Stronghold in the Night

March 13, 2024 4 Comments

Trace the twisting course of the Orange River eastward across the face of southern Africa, and it will bring you to the roof of the sub-continent: the sandstone crests of the Maloti mountains.  Rugged land of ponies and round stone cottages, the country of Lesotho (le-soo-too) possesses resources the world craves: water and clean energy.  […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

The Cedars of God:  Crown of the Lebanon

Feb 22, 2024
As the airliner banked westward over the Lebanon mountain range seeking the approaches to Beirut’s airport, we caught a glimpse of dark, wooded patches on the higher mountain slopes and valleys, all that’s left, a fellow passenger explained, of what were once the ‘Cedars of God’.  So hoary were those cedar forests, he said, that […]

The Cedars of God:  Crown of the Lebanon

February 22, 2024 5 Comments

As the airliner banked westward over the Lebanon mountain range seeking the approaches to Beirut’s airport, we caught a glimpse of dark, wooded patches on the higher mountain slopes and valleys, all that’s left, a fellow passenger explained, of what were once the ‘Cedars of God’.  So hoary were those cedar forests, he said, that […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Mt. Hoyo: Ituri Cave Find that Beggars the Imagination

Jan 28, 2024
Just north of the Mountains of the Moon, gazing down on the waters of Lake Albert, the Nile, and Africa’s Rift Valley, stands a Blue Mountain peak its head wreathed in cloud.  Mt. Hoyo (1,450 m, 4,760 ft.) cloaks its flanks with the Ituri rainforest, sometime home of the Mbuti forest people.  Neglect and civil […]

Mt. Hoyo: Ituri Cave Find that Beggars the Imagination

January 28, 2024 5 Comments

Just north of the Mountains of the Moon, gazing down on the waters of Lake Albert, the Nile, and Africa’s Rift Valley, stands a Blue Mountain peak its head wreathed in cloud.  Mt. Hoyo (1,450 m, 4,760 ft.) cloaks its flanks with the Ituri rainforest, sometime home of the Mbuti forest people.  Neglect and civil […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Northern Afghanistan: Warlord Embraces in Silk Road Country*

Jan 20, 2024
Travels in epic Silk Road country come with hazards even in the best of times. Dan Terry, a life-long friend and humanitarian, hopelessly besotted by the beauty of Central Asia, moved with his family to northern Afghanistan during civil war: wild country, wild times. Crossing Balkh province solo one day, his jeep marked by a […]

Northern Afghanistan: Warlord Embraces in Silk Road Country*

January 20, 2024 14 Comments

Travels in epic Silk Road country come with hazards even in the best of times. Dan Terry, a life-long friend and humanitarian, hopelessly besotted by the beauty of Central Asia, moved with his family to northern Afghanistan during civil war: wild country, wild times. Crossing Balkh province solo one day, his jeep marked by a […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

St. Croix (VI): Woodshop in the Rain Forest Hills

Jan 5, 2024
Just off a gravel road waiting under a rainforest canopy in the interior hills of St. Croix (US Virgin Islands) stands a barn-like workshop.  It shelters an ancient collection of wood lathes and saws and pieces – many unfinished – long ago fashioned from their clatter.  Birds call from the surrounding trees that drip now […]

St. Croix (VI): Woodshop in the Rain Forest Hills

January 5, 2024 4 Comments

Just off a gravel road waiting under a rainforest canopy in the interior hills of St. Croix (US Virgin Islands) stands a barn-like workshop.  It shelters an ancient collection of wood lathes and saws and pieces – many unfinished – long ago fashioned from their clatter.  Birds call from the surrounding trees that drip now […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Homemade Lanterns: Procession of Beauty and Prayer

Dec 18, 2023
The hinterland of Asia and Africa remains largely, even today, a nighttime realm lit by candles, lanterns and oil lamps.  Sometimes just by open fires.  Far from the glare of city streets, life lived by such humble, primal lights retains a fragile beauty.  It hints at the vast darkness from which creation appeared and imparts […]

Homemade Lanterns: Procession of Beauty and Prayer

December 18, 2023 17 Comments

The hinterland of Asia and Africa remains largely, even today, a nighttime realm lit by candles, lanterns and oil lamps.  Sometimes just by open fires.  Far from the glare of city streets, life lived by such humble, primal lights retains a fragile beauty.  It hints at the vast darkness from which creation appeared and imparts […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Cinnamon: Drug of Choice for the Pharaohs and for a White Monkey

Dec 1, 2023
Before there was licorice, pistachio lozenges, halwah or baclava; before horehound, molasses taffy or any of the most ancient forms of sweets, for me, there was cinnamon.  In our blufftop village above the sacred Brahmaputra river in northeast India they called it ‘dal seyni’ (bark sugar).  I would pull weeds in the yard for hours […]

Cinnamon: Drug of Choice for the Pharaohs and for a White Monkey

December 1, 2023 30 Comments

Before there was licorice, pistachio lozenges, halwah or baclava; before horehound, molasses taffy or any of the most ancient forms of sweets, for me, there was cinnamon.  In our blufftop village above the sacred Brahmaputra river in northeast India they called it ‘dal seyni’ (bark sugar).  I would pull weeds in the yard for hours […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Goldsboro, NC: Billiards With a Thermonuclear Edge

Nov 8, 2023
The threat of backseat hypoglycemia pulled us off a highway to the coast and into the town of Goldsboro, North Carolina.  Pizza ordered, we began to size up the Flying Shamrock Irish Pub, taking stock of the front windows full of gaudy sports trophies, and the Thursday night procession of folk walking by with cue […]

Goldsboro, NC: Billiards With a Thermonuclear Edge

November 8, 2023 9 Comments

The threat of backseat hypoglycemia pulled us off a highway to the coast and into the town of Goldsboro, North Carolina.  Pizza ordered, we began to size up the Flying Shamrock Irish Pub, taking stock of the front windows full of gaudy sports trophies, and the Thursday night procession of folk walking by with cue […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Pebble on the Tongue*

Sep 13, 2023
It may well be in the course of a traipse, even a pious pilgrimage, that a wild flower will trump St. Peter’s Basilica itself. When I Returned From Rome A bird took flight.A flower in a field whistled at me as I passed.I drank from a stream of clear water.And at night, the sky untied […]

Pebble on the Tongue*

September 13, 2023 Leave a Comment

It may well be in the course of a traipse, even a pious pilgrimage, that a wild flower will trump St. Peter’s Basilica itself. When I Returned From Rome A bird took flight.A flower in a field whistled at me as I passed.I drank from a stream of clear water.And at night, the sky untied […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Monuments to Love: the ‘Taj’

Aug 17, 2023
Romantic love announces itself, whispers itself, in a profusion of forms: by poetry, token gift or ballad, by photographs, paisley tales, portraiture, beguiling sculpture, weavings, sometimes by regretted tattoos, or clutch of flowers, by initials notched in a handy tree or desktop, by an altogether extravagant meal.  All are deeply invested signs that cannot fail […]

Monuments to Love: the ‘Taj’

August 17, 2023 2 Comments

Romantic love announces itself, whispers itself, in a profusion of forms: by poetry, token gift or ballad, by photographs, paisley tales, portraiture, beguiling sculpture, weavings, sometimes by regretted tattoos, or clutch of flowers, by initials notched in a handy tree or desktop, by an altogether extravagant meal.  All are deeply invested signs that cannot fail […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Asia Highway #1:  A Truth Beyond Bloodletting

Jul 11, 2023
The Pan-American Highway can still lay claim to being the longest road on the planet  (see earlier blog piece).  But Asia Highway #1 running from Istanbul to Tokyo (12,774 mi./20,557 kms.) has no rival for the vast landforms, the spectacle and depth of human story it gathers on a single strand.  Unlikely sinew that spans […]

Asia Highway #1:  A Truth Beyond Bloodletting

July 11, 2023 5 Comments

The Pan-American Highway can still lay claim to being the longest road on the planet  (see earlier blog piece).  But Asia Highway #1 running from Istanbul to Tokyo (12,774 mi./20,557 kms.) has no rival for the vast landforms, the spectacle and depth of human story it gathers on a single strand.  Unlikely sinew that spans […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Pebble on the Tongue: Idle Chatter Over An Iris

Jul 4, 2023
Pausing in Osaka along ‘The Narrow Road to the Deep North’ with his travel-worn satchel,having taken in the cherry blossom temples, the wild coasts and stately mountains, Basho, the forebear of Haiku writes of his meanders, To talk casuallyAbout an iris flowerIs one of the pleasuresOf the wandering journey. Yes, one of many small – […]

Pebble on the Tongue: Idle Chatter Over An Iris

July 4, 2023 Leave a Comment

Pausing in Osaka along ‘The Narrow Road to the Deep North’ with his travel-worn satchel,having taken in the cherry blossom temples, the wild coasts and stately mountains, Basho, the forebear of Haiku writes of his meanders, To talk casuallyAbout an iris flowerIs one of the pleasuresOf the wandering journey. Yes, one of many small – […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Straits of Mackinac: The Wonder – and Fear – of Bridges

Jun 23, 2023
I have stood helpless, as have many others, beside wild, swollen rivers gesturing madly to figures on a far bank, voice all but drowned by thrashing water and distance.  It is a primal scene as old as humankind, one that we have for millennia fought to remedy with rafts, dugout canoes, ferries but most emphatically […]

Straits of Mackinac: The Wonder – and Fear – of Bridges

June 23, 2023 8 Comments

I have stood helpless, as have many others, beside wild, swollen rivers gesturing madly to figures on a far bank, voice all but drowned by thrashing water and distance.  It is a primal scene as old as humankind, one that we have for millennia fought to remedy with rafts, dugout canoes, ferries but most emphatically […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

The Upper Peninsula: Sisu, Superior and the Spaceport

Jun 1, 2023
You could do worse than to tiptoe into Michigan by the back door of the Upper Penninsula (UP), afloat as it is in a lake-world gift of ancient glaciers.  So near is the time of the Ojibwa and Menominee that the call of a wild north – the loons, the deer and rush of streams […]

The Upper Peninsula: Sisu, Superior and the Spaceport

June 1, 2023 5 Comments

You could do worse than to tiptoe into Michigan by the back door of the Upper Penninsula (UP), afloat as it is in a lake-world gift of ancient glaciers.  So near is the time of the Ojibwa and Menominee that the call of a wild north – the loons, the deer and rush of streams […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

The CIS Waiting Room: Where a Light Shines

May 8, 2023
Some time ago, my friendship with a lovely Vietnamese family brought me to the Citizenship and Immigration Service (CIS) offices in Atlanta.  They came hoping that an interview would finally clinch their status as citizens after a harrowing story that involved war, flight in a flimsy boat, camp life in a detention facility in Hong […]

The CIS Waiting Room: Where a Light Shines

May 8, 2023 2 Comments

Some time ago, my friendship with a lovely Vietnamese family brought me to the Citizenship and Immigration Service (CIS) offices in Atlanta.  They came hoping that an interview would finally clinch their status as citizens after a harrowing story that involved war, flight in a flimsy boat, camp life in a detention facility in Hong […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Pebble on the Tongue: Always a Backstory

Apr 16, 2023
If traipsing teaches nothing more, it beckons the traveler to wait for a backstory (apologies, Derrida!) in every encounter or first impression. Consider a haiku by the Japanese master, ‘Issa’, d. 1828 after a life of misfortunes.  So hospitably waving at the entrance gate the willow tree. – trans. H. Henderson It paints a brush-and-ink […]

Pebble on the Tongue: Always a Backstory

April 16, 2023 2 Comments

If traipsing teaches nothing more, it beckons the traveler to wait for a backstory (apologies, Derrida!) in every encounter or first impression. Consider a haiku by the Japanese master, ‘Issa’, d. 1828 after a life of misfortunes.  So hospitably waving at the entrance gate the willow tree. – trans. H. Henderson It paints a brush-and-ink […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Quiet Pride: Power of a Cherokee Medicine Pouch

Mar 11, 2023
She calls herself Trish, though, on reflection, that may well have been a gesture toward drowsy travelers in the Florida motel where she tidies up the breakfast counter and replenishes coffee urns.  She moves among the tables deftly clearing away clutter and resetting furniture.  As the room falls silent, she asks us, the last of […]

Quiet Pride: Power of a Cherokee Medicine Pouch

March 11, 2023 2 Comments

She calls herself Trish, though, on reflection, that may well have been a gesture toward drowsy travelers in the Florida motel where she tidies up the breakfast counter and replenishes coffee urns.  She moves among the tables deftly clearing away clutter and resetting furniture.  As the room falls silent, she asks us, the last of […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Highway of Storms: Soul of the Smallest Church

Feb 20, 2023
Along the eastern seaboard of America winds a highway renowned for tumult.  Called the Coastal Highway, US #17 tiptoes north from west central Florida to Virginia, following the track of some of the worst hurricanes ever to rake these parts.  On its way, it ranges past the barrier islands of the Georgia coast, setting of […]

Highway of Storms: Soul of the Smallest Church

February 20, 2023 6 Comments

Along the eastern seaboard of America winds a highway renowned for tumult.  Called the Coastal Highway, US #17 tiptoes north from west central Florida to Virginia, following the track of some of the worst hurricanes ever to rake these parts.  On its way, it ranges past the barrier islands of the Georgia coast, setting of […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Night Manager: Burger Joint at the Corner of Club and Guess

Jan 11, 2023
A brake job you can no longer ignore might well take you to a part of town that is otherwise drive-through country.  Just so, the New Year has led me at the crack of dawn to a garage beside a once trendy mall, now wintered by the caprice of fashion and market.  I dropped off […]

Night Manager: Burger Joint at the Corner of Club and Guess

January 11, 2023 5 Comments

A brake job you can no longer ignore might well take you to a part of town that is otherwise drive-through country.  Just so, the New Year has led me at the crack of dawn to a garage beside a once trendy mall, now wintered by the caprice of fashion and market.  I dropped off […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Pebble on the Tongue*: A Lyric Pause to Recollect

Dec 31, 2022
Now and again it is cleansing for a writer to reckon frankly with his or her craft.  A few lines from Edna St. Vincent Millay (1939) will serve my purpose well: Song II For you there is no song, Only the shaking of the voice that meant to sing, The sound of the strong voice breaking. Strange in […]

Pebble on the Tongue*: A Lyric Pause to Recollect

December 31, 2022 6 Comments

Now and again it is cleansing for a writer to reckon frankly with his or her craft.  A few lines from Edna St. Vincent Millay (1939) will serve my purpose well: Song II For you there is no song, Only the shaking of the voice that meant to sing, The sound of the strong voice breaking. Strange in […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Yuletide Story: Soup Ladle as Weapon

Dec 20, 2022
Among the Iroquois tribes of eastern North America a story is told about a time of internal enmity – and of stumbling into peace through the innocence of a little child.  During this outbreak of bloodshed, one of the tribes laid plans to wreak vengeance on their rivals.  To that end they sent out spies […]

Yuletide Story: Soup Ladle as Weapon

December 20, 2022 6 Comments

Among the Iroquois tribes of eastern North America a story is told about a time of internal enmity – and of stumbling into peace through the innocence of a little child.  During this outbreak of bloodshed, one of the tribes laid plans to wreak vengeance on their rivals.  To that end they sent out spies […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Of First Things:  Winter of Vigil, Spice and Song

Dec 8, 2022
Sift the clutter of this festival season in the northern hemisphere, and a few things do answer the test of longevity.  They are elements recognized – claimed and treasured – by many of our global neighbors.  At some primal level it turns out, we do yet share ancient impulses, perhaps unawares, with kin distant to […]

Of First Things:  Winter of Vigil, Spice and Song

December 8, 2022 6 Comments

Sift the clutter of this festival season in the northern hemisphere, and a few things do answer the test of longevity.  They are elements recognized – claimed and treasured – by many of our global neighbors.  At some primal level it turns out, we do yet share ancient impulses, perhaps unawares, with kin distant to […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Pebble on the Tongue: Fork in a Brazilian Street

Nov 14, 2022
A BBC reporter on the street in Brazil as national elections approached, asked a clear-eyed passerby what he made of the choice before him (the incumbent, Jair Bolsonaro, or Luiz Inacio Lula da Silva).  He replied:              “Lula is certainly not the gateway to Paradise, but he is the way out of Hell.” The traveler does […]

Pebble on the Tongue: Fork in a Brazilian Street

November 14, 2022 Leave a Comment

A BBC reporter on the street in Brazil as national elections approached, asked a clear-eyed passerby what he made of the choice before him (the incumbent, Jair Bolsonaro, or Luiz Inacio Lula da Silva).  He replied:              “Lula is certainly not the gateway to Paradise, but he is the way out of Hell.” The traveler does […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Cemetery Poetry 4 – Flaming Maples in an Ozark Mountain Town

Nov 1, 2022
Few rambles can rival for fall splendor the hills and deep valleys of the Ozark mountains that impose a breathless silence as the roads wind through one scene of hardwood glory after another.  Humble villages and towns care little for the renown and bustle of distant cities as they bask in a spectacle that lays […]

Cemetery Poetry 4 – Flaming Maples in an Ozark Mountain Town

November 1, 2022 6 Comments

Few rambles can rival for fall splendor the hills and deep valleys of the Ozark mountains that impose a breathless silence as the roads wind through one scene of hardwood glory after another.  Humble villages and towns care little for the renown and bustle of distant cities as they bask in a spectacle that lays […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Cemetery Poetry – 3: Laying To Rest A Shade And Its Transport

Oct 14, 2022
The care of burial grounds is not everyone’s cup of cardamom tea.  There are, after all, those stories about resident wraiths in midnight gloom.  About skullduggery, bad juju and unrelieved, tortured lives.  About white-knuckle secrets taken in silence to the bitter end.  This is ground awash with tears, sewn with regrets enough to make even […]

Cemetery Poetry – 3: Laying To Rest A Shade And Its Transport

October 14, 2022 Leave a Comment

The care of burial grounds is not everyone’s cup of cardamom tea.  There are, after all, those stories about resident wraiths in midnight gloom.  About skullduggery, bad juju and unrelieved, tortured lives.  About white-knuckle secrets taken in silence to the bitter end.  This is ground awash with tears, sewn with regrets enough to make even […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Cemetery Poetry (2):  Hunger for a ‘Vaya con Dios’

Sep 11, 2022
We were standing in the street loading last bundles for a road trip when our good neighbor, Patrick, ambled over to bid us a ‘Vaya con dios’.  But before bestowing his godspeed he offered an aside.  It is these casual asides that turn out to be treasures of insight. He had been to a memorial […]

Cemetery Poetry (2):  Hunger for a ‘Vaya con Dios’

September 11, 2022 4 Comments

We were standing in the street loading last bundles for a road trip when our good neighbor, Patrick, ambled over to bid us a ‘Vaya con dios’.  But before bestowing his godspeed he offered an aside.  It is these casual asides that turn out to be treasures of insight. He had been to a memorial […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Cemetery Poetry: The Place Where They Sleep

Aug 27, 2022
You can’t traipse very long on this mortal coil before encountering end-of-life truths.  A friend in Atlanta, in the Delta Airlines master operations room on 9-11, tells with restrained panache her version of such an encounter.  Driving blithely about town one day, she came to a familiar intersection marked by a traffic light (robot).  Since […]

Cemetery Poetry: The Place Where They Sleep

August 27, 2022 3 Comments

You can’t traipse very long on this mortal coil before encountering end-of-life truths.  A friend in Atlanta, in the Delta Airlines master operations room on 9-11, tells with restrained panache her version of such an encounter.  Driving blithely about town one day, she came to a familiar intersection marked by a traffic light (robot).  Since […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

That Other Dream: The Power of An Infant in Arms

Jun 24, 2022
A well-known healer in West Africa was visited one day by a tortured soul haunted by a dream of turmoil in the spirit world.  Having heard a full account of these experiences, the healer responded: This is the wrong dream.  Now you must return home and dream a dream of goodness and harmony.  Happily, this […]

That Other Dream: The Power of An Infant in Arms

June 24, 2022 6 Comments

A well-known healer in West Africa was visited one day by a tortured soul haunted by a dream of turmoil in the spirit world.  Having heard a full account of these experiences, the healer responded: This is the wrong dream.  Now you must return home and dream a dream of goodness and harmony.  Happily, this […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Pebble On The Tongue*: The House of Tears

May 28, 2022
Every language has some register of expression at which it excels.  These powers tell a great deal about the social history of each community: its origins, the tenor of its story, even its physical context and values.  Languages of the global South often have unusual capacities for commiseration; this from deep experience in struggles for […]

Pebble On The Tongue*: The House of Tears

May 28, 2022 Leave a Comment

Every language has some register of expression at which it excels.  These powers tell a great deal about the social history of each community: its origins, the tenor of its story, even its physical context and values.  Languages of the global South often have unusual capacities for commiseration; this from deep experience in struggles for […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

The ‘Guest Room’: Of Cowsheds and Nightjars

May 18, 2022
Anyone with history of traipsing on a budget will have ample impressions of the phenomenon known as the ‘guest room’: sometimes kitted out in Victorian luxury, sometimes spare as a jail cell.  But always a relief.  The backstory is an ancient admonition that households do well to welcome strangers since heavenly visitors arrive in just […]

The ‘Guest Room’: Of Cowsheds and Nightjars

May 18, 2022 4 Comments

Anyone with history of traipsing on a budget will have ample impressions of the phenomenon known as the ‘guest room’: sometimes kitted out in Victorian luxury, sometimes spare as a jail cell.  But always a relief.  The backstory is an ancient admonition that households do well to welcome strangers since heavenly visitors arrive in just […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Howrah Rail Station: Singular Scene of Human Drama

Mar 30, 2022
Sitting on the banks of a sacred river beside a massive Asian city, preens in splendor a rail station without peer in the world. At the Howrah rail complex, largest in India, 600 trains pass through daily transporting one million passengers. In many countries, this single rail station would be denoted as a city unto itself. But […]

Howrah Rail Station: Singular Scene of Human Drama

March 30, 2022 18 Comments

Sitting on the banks of a sacred river beside a massive Asian city, preens in splendor a rail station without peer in the world. At the Howrah rail complex, largest in India, 600 trains pass through daily transporting one million passengers. In many countries, this single rail station would be denoted as a city unto itself. But […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

‘Special Military Operations’: A Question In the Aftermath

Mar 11, 2022
During the last gasps of apartheid South Africa the surrounding countries that had taken in refugees and exiles from the townships suffered from car bombs and commando raids by special forces who suspected that ‘runaways were likely up to no good’.  Quiet towns would shake with random explosions.  Or letter bombs would send bloodied and […]

‘Special Military Operations’: A Question In the Aftermath

March 11, 2022 5 Comments

During the last gasps of apartheid South Africa the surrounding countries that had taken in refugees and exiles from the townships suffered from car bombs and commando raids by special forces who suspected that ‘runaways were likely up to no good’.  Quiet towns would shake with random explosions.  Or letter bombs would send bloodied and […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Strasbourg: The Stork’s Tenderness – and Its Failure

Mar 4, 2022
Take a north-south European land journey and chances are good that your route will follow for a time the Rhine Valley whether by rail, road or river cruise.  (Though, of late, the river option has suffered from low water levels that play havoc with the passage of vessels.)  The cathedral spires and castles, the cities, […]

Strasbourg: The Stork’s Tenderness – and Its Failure

March 4, 2022 2 Comments

Take a north-south European land journey and chances are good that your route will follow for a time the Rhine Valley whether by rail, road or river cruise.  (Though, of late, the river option has suffered from low water levels that play havoc with the passage of vessels.)  The cathedral spires and castles, the cities, […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Trans-Siberian: Rivers, Steppes – the Endless Steppes – And Sometimes Sorrow

Feb 16, 2022
If there is a soundtrack to traveling the Trans-Siberian railroad it must surely include Ravel’s ‘Bolero’.  Its relentless minor key motif captures something of an exhausting traverse; the hypnotic percussion striving against featureless steppes and forests, and just so, the sturdy settlements buttressed against weather and loneliness. Our family, intrigued as we are by epic […]

Trans-Siberian: Rivers, Steppes – the Endless Steppes – And Sometimes Sorrow

February 16, 2022 7 Comments

If there is a soundtrack to traveling the Trans-Siberian railroad it must surely include Ravel’s ‘Bolero’.  Its relentless minor key motif captures something of an exhausting traverse; the hypnotic percussion striving against featureless steppes and forests, and just so, the sturdy settlements buttressed against weather and loneliness. Our family, intrigued as we are by epic […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Figure for the New Year*

Jan 23, 2022
I remember riding through the steam-vintage railyards of India and seeing the hopelessly sooty signs on lamp posts and station walls: Cleanliness is next to godliness.  The kind of thing Gandhi might have said at his ashram though others say John Wesley got there first. It’s a sentiment shared around the world.  Stop for a […]

Figure for the New Year*

January 23, 2022 4 Comments

I remember riding through the steam-vintage railyards of India and seeing the hopelessly sooty signs on lamp posts and station walls: Cleanliness is next to godliness.  The kind of thing Gandhi might have said at his ashram though others say John Wesley got there first. It’s a sentiment shared around the world.  Stop for a […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Salt of the Angolan Earth: Strange Grave, Brilliant Witness

Dec 25, 2021
During Africa’s struggle to be free, and as Angola’s Portuguese colonial system crumbled, a scramble brought rival forces into the field fighting for advantage in the independence that was sure to follow.  I ventured into that maelstrom from neighboring Congo to assess what relief supplies might be useful to the victims of that strife in […]

Salt of the Angolan Earth: Strange Grave, Brilliant Witness

December 25, 2021 4 Comments

During Africa’s struggle to be free, and as Angola’s Portuguese colonial system crumbled, a scramble brought rival forces into the field fighting for advantage in the independence that was sure to follow.  I ventured into that maelstrom from neighboring Congo to assess what relief supplies might be useful to the victims of that strife in […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

The Pillars of Hercules: Tangiers’ Brocade of Beauty and Struggle 

Nov 9, 2021
Hercules, the ancients say, in his wandering and labors came to the western limit of the Mediterranean where a great mountain, the Atlas, lay athwart his path.  Not one for nuance, some say in the fury of madness, he smashed a passage through the ranges, and so appeared the straits of Gibraltar, the headlands left […]

The Pillars of Hercules: Tangiers’ Brocade of Beauty and Struggle 

November 9, 2021 2 Comments

Hercules, the ancients say, in his wandering and labors came to the western limit of the Mediterranean where a great mountain, the Atlas, lay athwart his path.  Not one for nuance, some say in the fury of madness, he smashed a passage through the ranges, and so appeared the straits of Gibraltar, the headlands left […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Train to Marrakech: Epic Grandeur, Sharp Tutorial

Oct 7, 2021
Is there any corner of Africa quite the equal of the Barbary Coast –  what the modern world knows as Morocco?  Its northern shore, a rocky buttress ‘gainst the turquoise tide of the Mediterranean.  Where Punic and Roman ruins sit astride the bluffs and valleys.  Where the High Atlas shelter the Amazigh, the Berbers, once […]

Train to Marrakech: Epic Grandeur, Sharp Tutorial

October 7, 2021 6 Comments

Is there any corner of Africa quite the equal of the Barbary Coast –  what the modern world knows as Morocco?  Its northern shore, a rocky buttress ‘gainst the turquoise tide of the Mediterranean.  Where Punic and Roman ruins sit astride the bluffs and valleys.  Where the High Atlas shelter the Amazigh, the Berbers, once […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Pebble on the Tongue:  Can Filigree Strings Yet Carry Us Aloft?

Sep 9, 2021
While meandering home from the Canadian Maritimes some time ago, we stopped at the suggestion of family by the College of New Jersey in Trenton to view an art exhibit about the beauty and travail of Afghanistan.  There we stumbled on the video of an extraordinary scene composed by Lida Abdul, who, exile that she […]

Pebble on the Tongue:  Can Filigree Strings Yet Carry Us Aloft?

September 9, 2021 3 Comments

While meandering home from the Canadian Maritimes some time ago, we stopped at the suggestion of family by the College of New Jersey in Trenton to view an art exhibit about the beauty and travail of Afghanistan.  There we stumbled on the video of an extraordinary scene composed by Lida Abdul, who, exile that she […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Pani Ram: Of Dugouts and Ferrymen

Aug 7, 2021
You will know that you have strayed from well-traveled routes when you arrive at a riverbank and there is no bridge.  Since ancient times, and especially in rainy backcountry, this is an epic scene: river landings with dugouts drawn up on the strand.  The figure of boat and ferryman is so central to human experience […]

Pani Ram: Of Dugouts and Ferrymen

August 7, 2021 8 Comments

You will know that you have strayed from well-traveled routes when you arrive at a riverbank and there is no bridge.  Since ancient times, and especially in rainy backcountry, this is an epic scene: river landings with dugouts drawn up on the strand.  The figure of boat and ferryman is so central to human experience […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Pebble on the Tongue: “If You’re Lucky …”

Jul 21, 2021
To say that travels will move you, is a tautology, self-evident on the face.  But Kate Daniels,  lyricist of the gritty, personal truths of the American South has penned a line that captures the traveler’s rarest take-away, the most powerful gift of a ‘traipse’: If you’re lucky ….It will bring you to your knees. Kate […]

Pebble on the Tongue: “If You’re Lucky …”

July 21, 2021 1 Comment

To say that travels will move you, is a tautology, self-evident on the face.  But Kate Daniels,  lyricist of the gritty, personal truths of the American South has penned a line that captures the traveler’s rarest take-away, the most powerful gift of a ‘traipse’: If you’re lucky ….It will bring you to your knees. Kate […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Pyrotechnics: There Are Fireworks, and Then There Are Fireworks

Jul 7, 2021
Say ‘fireworks’ to most any soul on the planet – child or adult – and there will follow a fountain, a vivid geyser, of story.  The pyrotechnics celebrated in lore and poetry are rooted after all in spiritual struggle: their boom and flash created to drive away shades of misery and misfortune.  But they end […]

Pyrotechnics: There Are Fireworks, and Then There Are Fireworks

July 7, 2021 1 Comment

Say ‘fireworks’ to most any soul on the planet – child or adult – and there will follow a fountain, a vivid geyser, of story.  The pyrotechnics celebrated in lore and poetry are rooted after all in spiritual struggle: their boom and flash created to drive away shades of misery and misfortune.  But they end […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Pebble on the Tongue: ‘Luckiest Woman Alive!’

Jun 10, 2021
Some years ago, I was dinner guest in the home of an Ethiopian woman in Winnipeg, Canada.  We sat on haunches in her kitchen as she made coffee in the ceremonial way, roasting beans over open coals.  The strong aroma suffused her life story. Years before, she had married for love a Muslim man back […]

Pebble on the Tongue: ‘Luckiest Woman Alive!’

June 10, 2021 5 Comments

Some years ago, I was dinner guest in the home of an Ethiopian woman in Winnipeg, Canada.  We sat on haunches in her kitchen as she made coffee in the ceremonial way, roasting beans over open coals.  The strong aroma suffused her life story. Years before, she had married for love a Muslim man back […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Pebble on the Tongue: From the Basement of Suffering

May 24, 2021
Given the loss and suffering that marks these days, here is the sense of a moment recounted by Sadako Kurihara, poet of Hiroshima: In Hiroshima, in a basement, mid stench and death, a young woman goes into labor. A woman, herself moaning with pain, steps forward. “I can help with the baby. I am a […]

Pebble on the Tongue: From the Basement of Suffering

May 24, 2021 Leave a Comment

Given the loss and suffering that marks these days, here is the sense of a moment recounted by Sadako Kurihara, poet of Hiroshima: In Hiroshima, in a basement, mid stench and death, a young woman goes into labor. A woman, herself moaning with pain, steps forward. “I can help with the baby. I am a […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Omnibus: It Doesn’t Quite Mean ‘All’

May 20, 2021
Somewhere between the jet set and the purist pilgrims who shamble along the Camino de Santiago are those who ride the ‘bus’, a shortened form of the more picturesque 19th cent. French term, ‘omnibus’.  It’s that ‘omni’ part that gives pause – omni being Latin for ‘all’.  Which explains a great deal about bus travel […]

Omnibus: It Doesn’t Quite Mean ‘All’

May 20, 2021 6 Comments

Somewhere between the jet set and the purist pilgrims who shamble along the Camino de Santiago are those who ride the ‘bus’, a shortened form of the more picturesque 19th cent. French term, ‘omnibus’.  It’s that ‘omni’ part that gives pause – omni being Latin for ‘all’.  Which explains a great deal about bus travel […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

The Long and Winding Road: Mythic Highway, Honeymoon Beach

May 1, 2021
Paul McCartney, so the story says, retreated alone to a farm in Scotland once where he sat at the piano gazing on the trace of a road meandering wild heather, the moors and lochs beyond – in short, his life – and penned a ballad: ‘The Long and Winding Road’. Were there a list of […]

The Long and Winding Road: Mythic Highway, Honeymoon Beach

May 1, 2021 4 Comments

Paul McCartney, so the story says, retreated alone to a farm in Scotland once where he sat at the piano gazing on the trace of a road meandering wild heather, the moors and lochs beyond – in short, his life – and penned a ballad: ‘The Long and Winding Road’. Were there a list of […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

The Die Is Cast: No Friends But the Afghan Mountains

Apr 22, 2021
Come September 11, 2021, by presidential decree, the last troops of a Western alliance will strike their regimental colors, stow their gear and board massive transports for rear bases in Europe, the Middle East, and North America.  They leave behind razor-wire perimeters, bunkers, the tangled wreckage of warfare, frightened collaborators, and trauma as far as […]

The Die Is Cast: No Friends But the Afghan Mountains

April 22, 2021 5 Comments

Come September 11, 2021, by presidential decree, the last troops of a Western alliance will strike their regimental colors, stow their gear and board massive transports for rear bases in Europe, the Middle East, and North America.  They leave behind razor-wire perimeters, bunkers, the tangled wreckage of warfare, frightened collaborators, and trauma as far as […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Lion’s Den Discovery: Pushback on a Eurocentric World View

Apr 10, 2021
On the southern fringes of the Kalahari across the interior of southern Africa stretch ranches and dryland farming in all directions.  Here and there outcrops and hills break the monotony of the plain often overlooking seasonal streams and rivers.  Near such a ridge, in 1924 the unlikely settlement of Taung (‘lion’s den’) was the epicenter […]

Lion’s Den Discovery: Pushback on a Eurocentric World View

April 10, 2021 3 Comments

On the southern fringes of the Kalahari across the interior of southern Africa stretch ranches and dryland farming in all directions.  Here and there outcrops and hills break the monotony of the plain often overlooking seasonal streams and rivers.  Near such a ridge, in 1924 the unlikely settlement of Taung (‘lion’s den’) was the epicenter […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Pebble on the Tongue: Gift of the Gulag

Mar 31, 2021
Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn is not known to have written much about his epic, and often painful, travels – to Kazakhstan and his years in the gulag, to Germany when exiled and made stateless by the Soviet authorities, later around the world as a celebrated Nobel laureate, and eventually back to Mother Russia.  But he did write […]

Pebble on the Tongue: Gift of the Gulag

March 31, 2021 6 Comments

Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn is not known to have written much about his epic, and often painful, travels – to Kazakhstan and his years in the gulag, to Germany when exiled and made stateless by the Soviet authorities, later around the world as a celebrated Nobel laureate, and eventually back to Mother Russia.  But he did write […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

In A Potato Cellar: Beneath the Sign of a Ropey Tornado

Mar 21, 2021
Spring may be the season of daffodils and birdsong, but a shift in the jet stream also lifts a curtain on the annual drama of tornadoes.  We once sat enthralled while listening in disbelief to the nonchalance of friends in a Tulsa, OK suburb who described the ravages of a storm that passed within hailing […]

In A Potato Cellar: Beneath the Sign of a Ropey Tornado

March 21, 2021 5 Comments

Spring may be the season of daffodils and birdsong, but a shift in the jet stream also lifts a curtain on the annual drama of tornadoes.  We once sat enthralled while listening in disbelief to the nonchalance of friends in a Tulsa, OK suburb who described the ravages of a storm that passed within hailing […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Myanmar: The Road Beyond Mandalay

Feb 26, 2021
Not only the road to Mandalay, but city streets the length and breadth of Myanmar stream today with protestors flashing the three-fingered salute, with flotillas of motorcycles and scooters, monks in maroon robes, even the occasional elephant.  Unseen are the armies of government workers, railway staff, nurses and doctors, power plant personnel and bank tellers […]

Myanmar: The Road Beyond Mandalay

February 26, 2021 5 Comments

Not only the road to Mandalay, but city streets the length and breadth of Myanmar stream today with protestors flashing the three-fingered salute, with flotillas of motorcycles and scooters, monks in maroon robes, even the occasional elephant.  Unseen are the armies of government workers, railway staff, nurses and doctors, power plant personnel and bank tellers […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Barcelona’s Sagrada Familia: Beware the #30 Tram

Jan 30, 2021
Few cities in Europe can match Barcelona for its storehouse of cultural riches.  The tourist industry knows it only too well, sending 30 million visitors coursing its way every year.  Very nearly all of them were surrounding the famous Sagrada Familia basilica the day we arrived by train from Valencia. We’d been foresighted enough to […]

Barcelona’s Sagrada Familia: Beware the #30 Tram

January 30, 2021 5 Comments

Few cities in Europe can match Barcelona for its storehouse of cultural riches.  The tourist industry knows it only too well, sending 30 million visitors coursing its way every year.  Very nearly all of them were surrounding the famous Sagrada Familia basilica the day we arrived by train from Valencia. We’d been foresighted enough to […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Traipse: Consolation

Jan 19, 2021
During the harrowing years of the AIDS pandemic in southern Africa, a saying was frequently heard at memorial gatherings.  It went something like this: a In this sea of sorrow, we must not be strangers.

Traipse: Consolation

January 19, 2021 2 Comments

During the harrowing years of the AIDS pandemic in southern Africa, a saying was frequently heard at memorial gatherings.  It went something like this: a In this sea of sorrow, we must not be strangers.

Written by Jonathan Larson

Kalahari Yuletide: A Cattlepost State of Mind

Dec 23, 2020
No darkness on earth can match the depth of a desert night.  No firmament of stars can rival the spectacle of a desert sky.  For the most part it is only the drifted face of sand and the beasts of the wild who are witness to such silent marvels. Except a small fraternity of herders […]

Kalahari Yuletide: A Cattlepost State of Mind

December 23, 2020 2 Comments

No darkness on earth can match the depth of a desert night.  No firmament of stars can rival the spectacle of a desert sky.  For the most part it is only the drifted face of sand and the beasts of the wild who are witness to such silent marvels. Except a small fraternity of herders […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Minimalist Safety: Story For a Cluttered World

Nov 29, 2020
I traveled with a friend one day to visit a woman healer in a village at the edge of the Kalahari.  She received us eagerly as we chattered about her late father, a prominent bishop whose mantle she had taken up.  She set out some hand-crafted folding chairs slung with strips of cowhide of a […]

Minimalist Safety: Story For a Cluttered World

November 29, 2020 14 Comments

I traveled with a friend one day to visit a woman healer in a village at the edge of the Kalahari.  She received us eagerly as we chattered about her late father, a prominent bishop whose mantle she had taken up.  She set out some hand-crafted folding chairs slung with strips of cowhide of a […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Souvenir: Wormwood and Mint in the High Atlas

Nov 15, 2020
Make your way, as we did once, southeast from Marrakech up the Ourika Valley into the Atlas mountains of Morocco, and you could well find yourself on the second floor of a stone cottage, sipping sheeba, a hot cup of Berber hospitality.  With the roar of snow melt in the background, our host explains that […]

Souvenir: Wormwood and Mint in the High Atlas

November 15, 2020 7 Comments

Make your way, as we did once, southeast from Marrakech up the Ourika Valley into the Atlas mountains of Morocco, and you could well find yourself on the second floor of a stone cottage, sipping sheeba, a hot cup of Berber hospitality.  With the roar of snow melt in the background, our host explains that […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Trekking To the Polls: Proverbial Wisdom on Leadership

Oct 30, 2020
Proverbs, often referred to as ‘deep language’, are a ready mark of traditional societies.  And their absence from everyday discourse marks a shift away from ‘wisdom’ toward a knowledge, or information culture. I once heard a hacker say that creeping into a guarded digital domain is like breaking into a gothic cathedral; finding architecture replete […]

Trekking To the Polls: Proverbial Wisdom on Leadership

October 30, 2020 5 Comments

Proverbs, often referred to as ‘deep language’, are a ready mark of traditional societies.  And their absence from everyday discourse marks a shift away from ‘wisdom’ toward a knowledge, or information culture. I once heard a hacker say that creeping into a guarded digital domain is like breaking into a gothic cathedral; finding architecture replete […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Truth-Telling in the Darkness: Grief Turned To Delirious Joy

Oct 12, 2020
When we set out on travels to remote locations, I’ve made it a habit to carry in my satchel a small shortwave radio even in this age of the internet.  Deep in the Himalaya, in equatorial rain forest, or the desert interiors of Africa, a small hand set with fully extended aerial has permitted access […]

Truth-Telling in the Darkness: Grief Turned To Delirious Joy

October 12, 2020 3 Comments

When we set out on travels to remote locations, I’ve made it a habit to carry in my satchel a small shortwave radio even in this age of the internet.  Deep in the Himalaya, in equatorial rain forest, or the desert interiors of Africa, a small hand set with fully extended aerial has permitted access […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Birmingham (UK) War Vet: Prayer in Burnt-Over Country

Sep 30, 2020
Those who scan the faith scene of the Western world continue to write obituaries for the forlorn churches of Europe, where a handful of stubborn faithful gather on appointed days to full-throated baroque organ and sonorous liturgy.  A wistful poet has named this scene ‘the threadbare brocade of a passing age.’ Some years ago I […]

Birmingham (UK) War Vet: Prayer in Burnt-Over Country

September 30, 2020 3 Comments

Those who scan the faith scene of the Western world continue to write obituaries for the forlorn churches of Europe, where a handful of stubborn faithful gather on appointed days to full-throated baroque organ and sonorous liturgy.  A wistful poet has named this scene ‘the threadbare brocade of a passing age.’ Some years ago I […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Electoral College of One: the Case of Malawi

Sep 10, 2020
A mail-in ballot has arrived at our address here in Durham, North Carolina.  It came with little fanfare: the clack of our mailbox lid as the postman made a noontime delivery.  I am aware that the ether is stormy now with quarreling about the transaction it represents.  And heavy clouds forewarn of what is yet […]

Electoral College of One: the Case of Malawi

September 10, 2020 15 Comments

A mail-in ballot has arrived at our address here in Durham, North Carolina.  It came with little fanfare: the clack of our mailbox lid as the postman made a noontime delivery.  I am aware that the ether is stormy now with quarreling about the transaction it represents.  And heavy clouds forewarn of what is yet […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Isle of Charms, Isle of Despair

Aug 31, 2020
I have a fascination for islands.  It surfaced when this eight-year-old roamed Defoe’s ‘Robinson Crusoe’, castaway on the ‘Isle of Despair’. These penchants rise somehow from the depths of psyche, roused in me by childhood stops where island names ring like rhapsody: Hawaii, Formosa (now Taiwan), Honshu, Cebu, Penang, Java, Ceylon (now Sri Lanka).  Then, […]

Isle of Charms, Isle of Despair

August 31, 2020 2 Comments

I have a fascination for islands.  It surfaced when this eight-year-old roamed Defoe’s ‘Robinson Crusoe’, castaway on the ‘Isle of Despair’. These penchants rise somehow from the depths of psyche, roused in me by childhood stops where island names ring like rhapsody: Hawaii, Formosa (now Taiwan), Honshu, Cebu, Penang, Java, Ceylon (now Sri Lanka).  Then, […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Beneath Holiday Chandeliers: What Westphalia Offers Magnolia, Mississippi

Aug 18, 2020
Picture a holiday charity fundraiser under chandeliers, the well-heeled rubbing elbows midst chatter about Christmas markets in Bavaria and the beaches of Bali.  My wife and I found ourselves there by some social accident last year, and, drinks in hand, worked our way to a quiet corner table where a 60-ish couple sat alee of […]

Beneath Holiday Chandeliers: What Westphalia Offers Magnolia, Mississippi

August 18, 2020 5 Comments

Picture a holiday charity fundraiser under chandeliers, the well-heeled rubbing elbows midst chatter about Christmas markets in Bavaria and the beaches of Bali.  My wife and I found ourselves there by some social accident last year, and, drinks in hand, worked our way to a quiet corner table where a 60-ish couple sat alee of […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Tiger-Widows of the Sundarbans: Who Is Eating Whom?

Jul 19, 2020
The river steamers of yesterday, with a blast of their whistles, would cast off hawsers from the Hooghly River docks opposite Kolkata, and drift gently with the current past the grime and smoke of an Asian city into a gloaming of the world’s largest river delta, the Sundarbans.  There the waters of the sacred Ganga, […]

Tiger-Widows of the Sundarbans: Who Is Eating Whom?

July 19, 2020 5 Comments

The river steamers of yesterday, with a blast of their whistles, would cast off hawsers from the Hooghly River docks opposite Kolkata, and drift gently with the current past the grime and smoke of an Asian city into a gloaming of the world’s largest river delta, the Sundarbans.  There the waters of the sacred Ganga, […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

A Poacher’s Tears and Gratitude

Jul 3, 2020
Alarming scenes are coming in from game-rich northern Botswana this week, where the carcasses of hundreds of elephants are strewn across the lush plains having perished from some mysterious cause.  This is not the work of poachers – the tusks are all still intact – and there is ample water and foliage available.  Early speculation […]

A Poacher’s Tears and Gratitude

July 3, 2020 2 Comments

Alarming scenes are coming in from game-rich northern Botswana this week, where the carcasses of hundreds of elephants are strewn across the lush plains having perished from some mysterious cause.  This is not the work of poachers – the tusks are all still intact – and there is ample water and foliage available.  Early speculation […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Two Cubs – and a Tiger Queen

Jun 18, 2020
The interface of the wild and the world of human settlement is dicey territory to be sure.  Whether the elephants of the Okavango, the orangutan of Sumatra or the pangolins of Asia, wild creatures everywhere face unfriendly odds.  Jacquie Oberg, now of small town Minnesota, should know.  Some of those creatures ended up in her […]

Two Cubs – and a Tiger Queen

June 18, 2020 6 Comments

The interface of the wild and the world of human settlement is dicey territory to be sure.  Whether the elephants of the Okavango, the orangutan of Sumatra or the pangolins of Asia, wild creatures everywhere face unfriendly odds.  Jacquie Oberg, now of small town Minnesota, should know.  Some of those creatures ended up in her […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Du Fu: Pebble On the Tongue

Jun 12, 2020
A handful of lyrical lines can whisper to the traveler  – how vast is the sea of creative beauty – how deep the wistfulness of soul  – how strong the yearning in our sojourn – how paltry our grasp of the great yonder – how precious to find company midst ‘silent peaks’            _____________________________ Written On […]

Du Fu: Pebble On the Tongue

June 12, 2020 2 Comments

A handful of lyrical lines can whisper to the traveler  – how vast is the sea of creative beauty – how deep the wistfulness of soul  – how strong the yearning in our sojourn – how paltry our grasp of the great yonder – how precious to find company midst ‘silent peaks’            _____________________________ Written On […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Contagion: A Leader Named Patience

May 30, 2020
As nations flail now for want of sage, moral leaders even while stalked by ruin, it would be fair to ask where we might turn our eyes.  What moorings might serve as safe harbor for the fashioning of a hereafter?  What landmarks can reliably guide us though peril?  While the coordinates of that location may […]

Contagion: A Leader Named Patience

May 30, 2020 9 Comments

As nations flail now for want of sage, moral leaders even while stalked by ruin, it would be fair to ask where we might turn our eyes.  What moorings might serve as safe harbor for the fashioning of a hereafter?  What landmarks can reliably guide us though peril?  While the coordinates of that location may […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Contagion: Backyard Answers, Humble Remedies

May 16, 2020
Trapped in the talons of trouble, our impulse may be to search the horizon in hope of deliverance, a stroke of fate that would banish threat and summon back the bluebirds.  Such a pity!  Since the strength to prise open the grip of suffering might well lie unrecognized just over the back fence. It was […]

Contagion: Backyard Answers, Humble Remedies

May 16, 2020 8 Comments

Trapped in the talons of trouble, our impulse may be to search the horizon in hope of deliverance, a stroke of fate that would banish threat and summon back the bluebirds.  Such a pity!  Since the strength to prise open the grip of suffering might well lie unrecognized just over the back fence. It was […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Contagion: Foreign Origins, Distant Remedies

Apr 30, 2020
I sat listening in the courtyard of an elderly friend in the ramshackle outskirts of a Kalahari town.  He was giving his account of the origins of the HIV pandemic.  It went something like this: HIV has come to our country by design of ill-willed foreigners*.  We know that diseases native to this part of […]

Contagion: Foreign Origins, Distant Remedies

April 30, 2020 3 Comments

I sat listening in the courtyard of an elderly friend in the ramshackle outskirts of a Kalahari town.  He was giving his account of the origins of the HIV pandemic.  It went something like this: HIV has come to our country by design of ill-willed foreigners*.  We know that diseases native to this part of […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Contagion: Resilience of the Backcountry Elders

Apr 18, 2020
A saintly friend who ‘squandered’ much of her life caring for the disabled in the Kalahari once described to me what the HIV/AIDS pandemic had done to her settlement. ‘We are punch-drunk with sorrow and loss,’ she said, ‘as though pummeled by a heavy-weight fighter round after punishing round.’  This nun had no interest in […]

Contagion: Resilience of the Backcountry Elders

April 18, 2020 9 Comments

A saintly friend who ‘squandered’ much of her life caring for the disabled in the Kalahari once described to me what the HIV/AIDS pandemic had done to her settlement. ‘We are punch-drunk with sorrow and loss,’ she said, ‘as though pummeled by a heavy-weight fighter round after punishing round.’  This nun had no interest in […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Contagion: What Pandemic Hath Wrought

Mar 31, 2020
As contagion stalks our planet, cities shuttered behind cordons militaires, cruise ships denied port or anchored in a sea of troubles, and hospitals ominous with taut, costumed creatures, a back story has been mass flight in search of safety.  An early report estimated that nearly half of Wuhan’s 11-million population fled as the handwriting went […]

Contagion: What Pandemic Hath Wrought

March 31, 2020 8 Comments

As contagion stalks our planet, cities shuttered behind cordons militaires, cruise ships denied port or anchored in a sea of troubles, and hospitals ominous with taut, costumed creatures, a back story has been mass flight in search of safety.  An early report estimated that nearly half of Wuhan’s 11-million population fled as the handwriting went […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Hammarskjold: The Longest Journey of All

Mar 14, 2020
          Pebble On The Tongue* “The longest journey is the journey inwards …         quest for the source of (one’s) being.”             Dag Hammarskjold, fr. Markings Almost 59 years ago, Dag Hammarskjold, Secretary General of the United Nations, his plane on fire, plummeted […]

Hammarskjold: The Longest Journey of All

March 14, 2020 8 Comments

          Pebble On The Tongue* “The longest journey is the journey inwards …         quest for the source of (one’s) being.”             Dag Hammarskjold, fr. Markings Almost 59 years ago, Dag Hammarskjold, Secretary General of the United Nations, his plane on fire, plummeted […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Hacker Comeback: Survivor From the Streets

Feb 28, 2020
I met John in a garret office just off Maryland Ave. in the Capitol Hill district of Washington, DC.  His tired, disheveled attire might have suggested life on the street, but spritely expression and chatter hinted at something beyond that.  We whiled away the time, and this is the story he told. Like many in […]

Hacker Comeback: Survivor From the Streets

February 28, 2020 1 Comment

I met John in a garret office just off Maryland Ave. in the Capitol Hill district of Washington, DC.  His tired, disheveled attire might have suggested life on the street, but spritely expression and chatter hinted at something beyond that.  We whiled away the time, and this is the story he told. Like many in […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Mandela* Moment of Truth: Rite of Passage to Calling and Glory

Feb 14, 2020
The treeless hills of South Africa’s Eastern Cape roll down to the Indian Ocean where they form the Wild Coast: the sea, the wind and spray pounding a rocky shore.  Here and there lie pocket beaches where rivers tumble down to meet the surf. That beauty has attracted seaside resorts and casinos for the well-heeled, […]

Mandela* Moment of Truth: Rite of Passage to Calling and Glory

February 14, 2020 2 Comments

The treeless hills of South Africa’s Eastern Cape roll down to the Indian Ocean where they form the Wild Coast: the sea, the wind and spray pounding a rocky shore.  Here and there lie pocket beaches where rivers tumble down to meet the surf. That beauty has attracted seaside resorts and casinos for the well-heeled, […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

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