HAPPY BIRTHDAY SANDRA KENNEDY IN MELBOURNE
It is one of Life’s greatest pleasures, indeed, when out of the mist of time, where memories hide, one small glimmer of a light comes out, bringing with it fragrances…
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It is one of Life’s greatest pleasures, indeed, when out of the mist of time, where memories hide, one small glimmer of a light comes out, bringing with it fragrances…
there is a line from Pablo Neruda that keeps repeating itself in my head y sabre acariciar las neuvas flores por que tu me ensenaste la ternura.. I am sitting…
Dear Friends: I was in India for six days, but in three states, three cities and three nights spent on trains! The Blind Astrologer had wanted me to do three…
It is by the sacrifices you do for another person that you would be judged on the capacity to help that person. I have always done what I wanted, but…
Lonely Roads, Bright Sun and a Blue Sky UmonHon Indian Reservation 13th January 2009 A very sound sleep, after the trouble getting home through 50 km winds playing ballet with…
The Morning After the Snow Fall....Photo 5 Dinner at the Blue House . Photo 4 By 10 pm it was snowing hard. photo 3 Vida, an UmonHon, mother of my…
Medical Anthropology is not about medicine, but about Society. It is a tool in which we can divert the gaze of the academics who focus on rituals and symbolism to…
with a Macussi Indian Child in Southern Guyana The world Chocolate is an Indian word..Aztec Xocalatl The journey to the Indians is always arduous.. first of all there is the…
Dear Friends: The Last few weeks have been very rewarding since I have received recognition directly and indirectly for my work with the Indians of North and South America. The…
Personal Notes I had the great pleasure of seeing many patients with Diabetes . But the following four patients stood out in my memory Group A 1. Director of Health…
METAPHOR FOR CHANGE An Impressive Tale in Ho Chi Minh City Highlight of my Friends, Food and Far East tour of December 2007 A feast in the literal sense, that…
Poem for a New Morning of Love…written in Yangon in Myanmar… It is time to go, dear friends Someone or other is waiting.. Where was that? Is there a table…