The Guest Blogger Page


“Don’t worry about the world coming to an end today. It is already tomorrow in Australia.” – Charles Schulz, cartoonist (1922-2000)

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Since starting this site, I reflected on how many of my own friends and other people I’ve come across in life have to share, have knowledge of; and how wonderful it would be to get their opinions, ideas and reflections on their work, travels, talents and unique ways of viewing the world.

So I shall soon be starting this section where I’ll ask them to contribute articles or opinions they would like to share with the world……I’ve seen that a lot of introverted (and extroverted) gipsy geeks like myself have a lot to talk and share but their most effective way of communication is the written word. So here’s an idea that I hope will take shape in the coming months.

Watch this space in the future! I’m excited about this and have been thinking of topics that can be covered that my friends have more expertise on – as diverse as an aerospace engineer’s travels photographing  National Geographic quality shots of sandhill cranes in a morning in Wyoming to tango dancers in Argentina;  to a day in the life of a beautiful brilliant woman radiologist I know of; to a former-marine-turned-computer-whiz who likes raising exotic geckos as a hobby; to a young photo-journalist who quit his job to busk around the country and doing work in parts of Mexico; to a scientific article by an American jazz-and-rock- musician-turned-neuroscientist; to a Canadian woman who decided to tour China, Mongolia, Tibet and forbidden kingdoms after the age of 60 and is a breast-cancer survivor and former Liberal Party candidate to boot; to the stories of a man who wrote while working in Africa for Doctors without Borders which influenced me greatly at a time when I was becoming numb with complacency; to the projections of a young Italian-Jewish kick-ass corporate financial analyst who also moonlights as a techno-music-DJ; to a man from Germany who loves making hand-crafted unique bicycles and would do anything in the world for his little son; to a British  alternate rock band-member I met on a train last year who is also a nerdy mathematician at heart; to a classical symphony music conductor from Ireland who lives for poetry; to a lawyer who juggles work and two young daughters and had decided to leave a cushy high-paying corporate job to venture on her own practice and has a personal story that is a testimony to strength; to an architect who is one of the sexiest and most positive friend, woman and young  mother I have met (if she gets time from her crazy schedule to write here); to a psychology grad I know from back in high school who went on to become a famous supermodel and an art-film actress and still remains grounded; to an idealistic international studies student I met who works part-time dressed as a policeman standing outside London’s Sherlock Holmes museum on 221B Baker Street; to a topic on environmental sustainability using fractal theory by an exceptionally brilliant and humorous ecology professor who influenced my thinking about how our world is connected……….and many more………the list goes on.

And whether well-known or not, all of them have stories of adventure in seemingly ‘ordinary’ lives – stories that are special, unique, inspiring, sad; but always interesting.

Yes – I do hope this idea takes shape and I’m getting increasingly inspired as I think about it…..It will take time and effort, but wouldn’t it be wonderful to know the unusual stories of people we have come across in life?  We only get one life – it would be a shame to let it pass by without experiencing it  to the fullest – and where it’s not possible to experience everything – to view it through the adventures of some other people who are good-hearted gipsy-geeks inside as well.

After all – there is So much life to live! So much world to see! So much more to learn! So much love to give!

Coming soon…….

'Guest' squirrel Mr. Beady Eyes drops by for a visit and a bite from a carrot. 2005.

“This asteroid has only once been seen through the telescope. That was by a Turkish astronomer, in 1909. On making his discovery, the astronomer had presented it to the International Astronomical Congress, in a great demonstration. But he was in Turkish costume, and so nobody would believe what he said.

Grown-ups are like that…

Fortunately, however, for the reputation of Asteroid B-612, a Turkish dictator made a law that his subjects, under pain of death, should change to European costume. So in 1920 the astronomer gave his demonstration all over again, dressed with impressive style and elegance. And this time everybody believed him.

If I have told you these details about the asteroid, and made a note of its number for you, it is on account of the grown-ups and their ways. When you tell them that you have made a new friend, they never ask you any questions about essential matters. They never ask: “What does his voice sound like? What games does he love best? Does he collect butterflies?” Instead, they demand: “How old is he? How many brothers does he have? How much does he weigh? How much money does his father make?” Only from these figures do they think they have learned anything about him.

If you were to say to the grown-ups: “I saw a beautiful house made of rosy brick, with geraniums in the windows and doves on the roof…” they would not be able to get any idea of that house at all. You would have to say to them: “I saw a house worth a hundred thousand francs*.” Then they would exclaim: “Oh, what a pretty house that is!”

So if you tell them: “The proof that the little prince existed is that he was delightful, that he laughed, and that he was looking for a sheep. If anybody wants a sheep, that is a proof that he exists.” And what good would it do to tell them that? They would shrug their shoulders, and treat you like a child. But if you said to them: “The planet he came from is Asteroid B-612,” then they would be convinced, and leave you in peace from their questions. They are like that. One must not hold it against them. Children should be very understanding of grown-up people.”  

– Antoine de St. Exupery (1900- 1944)  in The Little Prince

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* (The Little Prince was written in 1942.  100,000 francs was a big amount then.)

12 thoughts on “The Guest Blogger Page

  1. Your paragraphs about Gam Zeh Ya’avor were so appropriate they brought tears to my eyes.
    I see how hard you have worked on your site and just wanted to tell you how grateful I am for people like you, who I don’t know, most likely never will, but who have affected me greatly.
    I was searching for wisdom about loss and betrayal and found your pages.
    Thank you.


    • Thank you for your kind words, Walter. Your paintings are beautiful!
      In the index section of the site, you may find more articles to your liking….I do not know what you are going through but I would suggest two other posts – ‘Love in the time of February’ and ‘Red December – post 3’.

      Wishing you strength through your trials…

  2. When God made the world, he made it of iron…built to last.
    He put within it, a belly of fire, which burst and melted and crusted, so that beneath the calm and placid surface, hid a whip of destruction.
    As if to confound life, great storms, blazing sun, freezing cold, flood and famine swept over the earth; and yet occasionally, but reliably, an overflowing of exquisite, sublime beauty made everything beareable.
    Within this hostile garden, he made creatures which were soft, inside and out …who suffered, and wandered……..lost.
    Perhaps we weren’t meant to survive. Could we be vermin hiding from extinction? Living in this beautiful place, we can’t stop fighting among ourselves. Even the winds try to sweep us off. Encyclopedic diseases stalk our bodies until we reach our certain death. The earth shakes in violent spasms to purge itself of the tickling mite of humanity. We suck the very marrow from its bones.
    Our evolution has become a quest for greater self-destructive power.
    We are greedy, selfish, vain, immoral, and murderous.
    But then, there is Love…small and fragile.
    Poised to overwhelm the ugliness of life.
    Tiny love…hesitant, innocent and vulnerable; still standing, against all hatred and fear.
    Secret, quiet love.

    I wrote this when I was hurting, when Love was a tiny blade of grass struggling to survive in a landscape of desolation.
    After reading your essay, Red December, I believe that I had it wrong.
    Love is large…so enormous that only that part which is visible to us can be seen. Like the tip of an angel’s wing, as she disappears over the horizon.
    I will wait for the Love that you have been blessed to find.
    Inextinguishable, gigantic Love.
    And in the meantime, I will read your amazingly intelligent blogs.
    And watch the red balloon.l

  3. Hi Maddy – I am missing you – on phone – disconnected???? email??? I know you left facebook – how can I get in touch????

  4. Hi! I’ve been reading your site for some time now and finally got the courage to go ahead and give you a shout out from Houston Tx! Just wanted to say keep up the excellent job!

  5. well, it’s good to see you back again! I had feared that your vicious critics had got to you. I only discovered your writings recently – searching for some explanation for why my the ‘Sex in the City’ types I keep letting into my life were causing me so much trouble and distress. so you can guess where I landed here… you other stuff is great too… keep it up! jb

    • Thanks, John! Glad you like my sans-saccharin writing. Nah – it will take more than cyber bullies to cow me down – just been busy with work and personal changes. Have a whole bunch of ideas for posts, but not exactly finding the time. At a minimum, I’ll continue to write at least one every month. Ah – the ‘Sex and the City types’….living in Upper East New York, I get my fair share of real life ones who can put even the tv characters to shame.

      Feel free to drop a direct mail at so I can reply back with my full real name.



  6. Came across your page and you are amazing.
    Please keep writing!! I truly believe that is your gift in this life!

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