Emotional Silk Road
Back from Budapest, and a new event.
Occasionally I create phrases like “emotional misinformation” from my conversation with Kurt Gray and on Instagram I decided to call my life between Asia and Europe an “emotional Silk Road.” The internal underwaters are a defining theme for me. Are they for you as well?
I’ll talk more about all this on Sunday for an event with the amazing InterIntellect, if you’re available — I’m told there are 10 tickets left so I wanted to let you know, too.
I’ve just returned to Nepal from an ancestral journey to Hungary, where my grandmother was from. Have you been? Or have you gone on a similar genealogical discovery elsewhere?
I got to use my Hungarian language skills and show my daughter more of her roots (the Himalayas being her other roots). She’ll be off to college in a few years and this feels like a precious time for our family to be abroad, expanding our wings….
It was magical, to say the least, and the snowy middle-of-the-night jet lag enhanced the wonder….
See you Sunday,
Jenara
Kosseinem Seypen! Photo-joynalism always a delight. Encore, encore from MagyarOrszag especially! Land of my folks and grandfolks. Could never get enough of their childhood stories, up through the cutting off point when driven out in WW II, which I still wanted to learn about, even if they weren't so willing to talk about it. What a contrast, but isn't that like life to some degree or other for all of US who are blessed to be able to idealize our well-spent yoot compared to those who barely escape total family extermi-Nation get driven out and then need to compartmentalize even their innocent memories, sense-datum, dreams....
Viz latash
just like that...
Tio Mitchito
or tipping my hat to
who and what I was seen as
in my kid incarnation: "Mokushka" the Rocket J. Squirrel of Magyar forebears, hedgehogs and hedgerows...
Eydesh Anyam especially!
Long live Karady Katalin and all her albums....