Monday, July 27, 2009
I have realized that the hotel I am in is full of those disembodied beings we call spirits or ghosts. It is the oldest hotel in Germany dating back to 1468 and a long long time ago the Romans were here "vacationing" in Wiesbaden. Nearing two thousand years ago Roman soldiers began to bath in the thermal water that bubbled up through the ground. They found these steaming pools had healing effects on them, and that was that. The town became famous for the warm, soothing and healing waters that run throughout. Wiesbaden literally means "bathing in the fields".
This hotel was built on the site of ancient Roman baths, with the same waters still percolating underground. I can take the special elevator down to the basement level and step into a corridor with many doors that lead to individual soaking tubs.
I love the thought of those Romans, a la the series "Rome", having wild parties and lustful nights four floor below me.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
I thought I had left all of that small-space living behind me. I am finding that living in a hotel for two months at a time is much like living in a studio apartment again. Remember when the ironing board was also a desk or table that never seemed to be put away? Or when the bathroom became an everything room - kitchen, bathroom, laundry room and sometimes darkroom?
Monday, July 20, 2009
i will be going to Prague in late august to find memories of my family. i know that a big part of this voyage is about opening myself to the vibration of the places my family came from. an uncle who spent part of the war in a german concentration camp and many generations of voska's who lived in Czech. i grew up listening to my grandfather's story's of his family. my great grandfather, once a priest in the old country who fell in love with a young girl, left the church and came to america. a great uncle, the famous spy whose life revolved around the creation of a free Czech. bits and pieces of lives. Old russian coins from the times of Nicholas I and stories of relatives who lived double lives, all shroud in secrecy. little snipets of lives. i carry those stories with me and wonder at their meaning in my life. there is something there that i can't shake, so i will go to these places and listen to the vibration of the land.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
i am being pestered to write. i sit in my hotel room in germany, listening to the rain, feeling the breeze from the open window, finally listening to those words that keep repeating inside me, "you're ready, now's the time". these words are coming from a voice inside. not the voice that says, " stop this endless search for the perfect pair of shoes because you know that your feet are only truly happy when they are naked". or the voice that says, "isn't it about time to grow up and lead a normal life". no, not that voice that we all know so well. it is a different voice, with it's own rhythm. a voice that i can actually feel in my cells. it has a color and a vibration all it's own. it is a voice that is not limited by the physical world or my psychological makeup. it is a voice that calls me to find a new way to be in the world and find new ways of listening. this blog is about the soulful aspects of life; the threads that connect us, the threads that bring us to community. that bring us to anyi.