by Robin Sparks | Jan 1, 2003 | Published Articles
San Francisco The gray mist rises. San Francisco’s colors pop out again in the spotlight of a winter solstice sun. I slip into a crimson batik blouse and my white baggy pants from India to venture out of my Russian Hill cave for a bite to eat. Strolling across...
by Robin Sparks | Sep 1, 2002 | Published Articles
In the three months since I arrived in Bali, the rice shoots have grown two feet. Made’s youngest child, Lode, has sprouted too – from an infant at her mother’s breast to a young girl chasing through the paddies after her five year old brother,...
by Robin Sparks | Jul 3, 2002 | Published Articles
“Prepare your seatbacks and trays for landing.” I hear, and suddenly I am no longer standing inside a Gauguin painting, but seated in an Asiana plane, which is preparing to land in Bangkok. The dream, so vivid! Was it a promise of what was in store for me...
by Robin Sparks | Jun 1, 2002 | Published Articles
I am in the garden one morning reading the Himalayan Times surrounded by flowers and vines just outside of the crimson doors which lead into the house which has been my home for the past four months. The doors are flung open to receive another day. The flowers in our...
by Robin Sparks | May 1, 2002 | Blog
In I’ve been to plenty of third world countries, but nothing prepared me for Kathmandu. It was as if a time capsule, the Thai Air Jet on which I arrived, dropped me into a medieval village. From the airport we barreled in a beat-up mini bus through potholed...
