THE QUEST TO BE

.Travelogue

New Stories:

How God Taught Yoga
to the Sun
Sri Aurobindo's Savitri

Poet's Corner
Assorted Poems

La Maleta
Suitcase Stickers

Kiwi Slide Show
Variations Sweet

Taj Slide Show
Views en Lighten'

Chanted Forest of AUM
Ode to Milarepa

The Divine Mother Ballad
The Verdant Isle

Pyramid of Fire
Aztec Codex

Betrayal:
Bridge or Impasse

Mayan Heart Sacrifice
A Poem

Thy Wish Is My Command
The Quietly Persistent Voice

In the Know
A Quiet Passing

Separation From The Mother
Early Dream 1945

Culture Shock
Peace Corps
Ecuador

Specials:

Guiding a Person Through
the After Death Experience
by H. C. Berner

Ballet Flowers
Slide Show

Escogiendo Tu Sendero
Spanish Practice:
Power point

Introduction
Part 1

News:

Aunt Sally's Candy Shop
Reopens
French Quarter New Orleans

Ancient Chinchorro Mummies
Pacific Coast
of Peru and Chile

Incan Ice Mummies
Peruvian Andes

Family:

Rieber Plays Keyboard
Profile

My Grandpa Dew
Remembering and
Honoring

Carl's Room in 1958
Remembering and
Honoring

(password protected)
A Celtic Feminine
Line

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A Nordic Masculine
Line

(password protected)
Doohen-Hovde Genealogy

Stories to Come:

Intrigue in Egypt
Sighting Virgin Mary
1968

Sauntering Solo across
West Africa 1968

Down the Yangtze
River
China 2003

Crossing Tibet to Nepal
2004

 

 

Hovda Farm, Voss, Norway
photo by Svein Ulvund


Violin Concerto in D Minor
Allegro
by Felix Mendelssohn
(right click on the link above, save target as)
Thomas Zehetmair/Franz Liszt Chamber Orchestra
To Jamaica with Love  early beginnings


I knew my origin in Montego Bay, Jamaica. There I languished waiting for someone to whisk me up and away. One day my soulmate happened by, recognized me, and had to have me. I knew my luck had changed. I have always been beautiful as well as useful. My smooth rich red-brown skin pleases the eye; and I am a great companion. I had no doubt from the beginning that I would see the outside world. And it came to pass.

By now I have had many worldly experiences. I live in a home many miles from my Montego Bay. My scuffed but sleek leather body has been gaily decorated with all types of stickers from many places around the world. I elicit the respect and importance of a mega-star general. Even though I am hibernating on the shelf at present, I am not sad like I was in Jamaica. For I know my time has been well spent. I rest easy steeped in poignant memories.

My soulmate continually plans thrilling new events, but now for my progeny. They, the young ones, like to be pulled and pushed around.  They waddle like ducklings behind their mother. Some even ride piggyback! They share their escapades with me in the 'dream-travel.'  What puffed up buldging-pouched seasoned travelers they are!, They would hardly be respectible in my day.  I, old granny, still beautiful as well as useful, can talk up a storm in the 'dream-travel.'  The images I create enchant the earth and beyond endlessly--certainly more than a snippet thousand and one nights! 

 

 

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