O MLK
21,846 km
1836:07 h
Najnowsze aktywności
- MLK3 dni temu
"April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain"
- T.S. Eliot
Travelling north, Serafina and I have come to love the wildness of inner-city Manchester. I have been reading T.S. Eliot's somber masterpiece to her and come
- MLK14 grudnia, 2025
As we were standing there in the setting sun with waves upon waves of thousands of whirling, swirling dervishes washing over us, enveloped in the sounds of their wings and the low murmurs from the reeds, I felt a familiar rumble of joy, a deep connection to all living things.
Then we too started dancing
- MLK3 grudnia, 2025
"There are many roads which lead to God. I have chosen the one of dance and music"
- Jalaluddin Rumi (1207-1273)
After the rain and the storm came a day of great beauty. From dawn to dusk, Serafina and I followed the sun with the many birds; we whirled and danced with the geese and the starlings, opening
- MLK29 listopada, 2025
"A smile is the shortest distance between two people" - Victor Borge
This morning we had the wettest University Parks ParkRun ever... But after getting soaking wet over the 5 km run, the smiles just kept coming...
Later, Serafina and I walked down to the great river, the origin of Oxenford where the oxen
- MLK17 listopada, 2025
They say it never rains in Southern California but travelling up the coast to visit a dear friend, the sun suddenly disappeared completely from view and we felt a light drizzle.
Dawn brought scant relief with more low-hanging grey skies from the persistent high-pressure marine layer of low clouds and
- MLK15 listopada, 2025
On January 7, 2025, the most destructive wildfire in the history of the city of Los Angeles began in the Santa Monica Mountains, fuelled by powerful Santa Ana winds and eight months without measurable rainfall. Before the wildfire became fully contained over 3 weeks later, it had destroyed large parts
- MLK13 listopada, 2025
On a beautiful sunny afternoon I ran my old route from Westwood, down San Vincente Boulevard and ending up at Santa Monica beach. The sun was slowly sinking on the horizon, painting everything in golden colours.
In the stillness of early evening with the sun setting, I thought about the words of the poet
- MLK12 listopada, 2025
We returned to the City of Angels to honour my friend. The traffic is as mad as ever but Californian Nature remains extraordinary, especially high up in the hills.
On this glorious morning Serafina and I couldn't quite believe our eyes when Angelhenge emerged from the clouds, as if the spires were the
- MLK4 listopada, 2025
Again, we woke up before dawn, Yr had promised blazing all day sunshine and Serafina was eager to fly. But we were unable to see the sunrise as the clouds hung heavy with a light drizzle.
But then the clouds parted and slowly the sun gained in prominence. The splendid autumnal colours brought smiles
MLK był(a) na pieszej wycieczce.
3 dni temu
... These fragments I have shored against my ruins
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MLK jeździł(a) gravelem.
14 grudnia, 2025
... dancing with the whirling dervishes
03:31
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MLK był(a) na pieszej wycieczce.
29 listopada, 2025
... You have wings. Learn to use them and fly
02:25
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MLK był(a) na pieszej wycieczce.
17 listopada, 2025
... even when the day is dark and dreary
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MLK był(a) na pieszej wycieczce.
15 listopada, 2025
... sometimes you'll get lost, but I promise you'll make it.
02:03
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MLK był(a) biegać.
13 listopada, 2025
,,, Never settle between the mountains and the sea
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MLK był(a) na pieszej wycieczce.
12 listopada, 2025
... Dawn over the City of Angels
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On our way to Otmoor Bird Reserve, we invariably almost always pass by the village of Woodeaton, where on the 4th of October 1784 James Sadler inscribed himself in history by landing the first English hot air balloon, after having launched over 10km away in Christ Church Meadow, Oxford.
I often think