Tag Archive: France

Body Memory

Dreamland -- Self-portrait by Wendy Soltero

After years of healing, why does the body remember a painful day before the mind catches up?

On Dreams, Suffering and the French Film MARTYRS

martyrs

I was reminded of a strange dream I had a few years ago after recently watching the brilliant French film MARTYRS, and of course also manage to tie this back to Lady Gaga. ;-)

curiouser and curiouser

you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone is the gift that keeps on giving. when i lived in france with my parents, backdropped with the jura mountains all fresh air, trees and snow, i enjoyed every moment of it because something told me it would be a long time before i got to…

moving forward

packers came today and put all of the possessions my family will keep into a container, soon to brave the wild tsunami-threatened oceans for sri lanka. moving day is always strange for me. i realised today that i have more attachment to the things that make up our home than the home itself. a carved…

an american werewolf in london

i don’t like movies with ghosts. or dead people who rise up and start speaking. after wendy’s death and my ongoing relationship with her and other Spirits, i find it extremely disrespectful to frighten people with such images. it is because of these types of movies that when i mention Spirits and Angels, people get…

a love letter to Global Warming

written on a postcard of a picture of a sunny day on one half, and snow on the second half, both days taking place consecutively on the blank space that has a thin layer of ice cuz it’s so cold today: maybe if i can sweet talk you good enoughyou will stop this vicious revenge…

O Husband, My Husband

written on a postcard of an aerial view of granada and the alhambra, where you can see the bridge where we got married on the blank space: there’s no place like homethere’s no place like homethere’s no place like home where the stamp would go it says:thoiry, franceapril 30, 2006i’m clicking my red shoes together…