In Vilnius, I joined a guided walk into a hidden courtyard in the old Jewish district. I would never have found it alone. There stood a statue, placed there in 1987, tucked away where memory […]
In Vilnius, I joined a guided walk into a hidden courtyard in the old Jewish district. I would never have found it alone. There stood a statue, placed there in 1987, tucked away where memory […]
Strips of textile have been knotted to the oak tree near the St Walrick ruins in Overasselt (near Nijmegen). Not so long ago, the chapel was the final destination of pilgrimages. Undertaken by the people […]
To get things out of the way, I would like to begin my first blog with death. As integral part of, not in opposition to, life. Sweet foreshadowing of coming home, full circle. The western […]