This article was written by Madhuri for, and posted on, Osho News. How incredibly lucky we were, to live with a Master who understood that dance is one of the basic human functions; one of the basic languages of our species. That dancing is perhaps the…
This article was written by Madhuri for, and posted on, Osho News. A book review by Madhuri; “A juicy, original, very absorbing read.” The Signature of All Things by Elizabeth Gilbert Bloomsbury Publishing Plc London, 2013 580 pages This sweeping…
This article was written by Madhuri for, and posted on, Osho News. Couples have struggles, as we all know. We are attracted to someone because they are different from us – they bring something we don’t have; they seem in certain ways to complete us. Then,…
Thurston MacKenzie knew that something was eating away at his vitals – he could feel it if he palpated his stomach, a bit away on the left side – like a tangerine in there – slowly growing – . He did not tell anyone. He sensed that no intervention would…
I’m delighted to announce that I’ve created a new category here to share my new short stories. I hadn’t written fiction since my teens – memoir seemed more than enough. But when my life took off into great uncertainty last year when I lost job and house at once…I had…
Her eyes were the colour of moldavite – when you hold the stone up to the light, and see the green – a dignified, kelp-forest, pine-forest green. Moldavite, but in these eyes there were gold flecks added, and the possibility of reflecting the sky – a blue somewhere in there…
A clear black night wrapped itself around the house with full embrace. New Year’s Eve is cold on Ibiza; soon an icy night in 1970 would become a frigid morning in 1971. In the main room the fireplace did its best to warm things, but it was the only heating…
And just as our Tribes were poised to rush against each other, as their numbers increased and resources dwindled, and storms grew more violent and more prolonged – finally the planet Beelzabaloola reached down and made contact. It had always intended to do this, if the need got great; and…
It is the time of the black ants dying. They topple like old men on long legs gone suddenly useless; lie folded in on themselves like fragments of blackberries. Penny does not know what seasons they observe; she doesn’t know their ceremonies or their marriage rites, or how long they…
Mrs Brummel named her three children as follows: 1: Lionel Brummel That was okay, nobody minded, nothing strange about that. Her husband continued to nod over his newspaper like a genteel, old-fashioned toy in the corner. 2: The next son she named Tiger T. Brummel. The T. didn’t stand for…
Hadleigh Jennings in her 37th year fell for a country-western singer. She loved his thin dry lips, which made her think, paradoxically, of unlikely springs in arid mountain ranges, something so important nestled near-hidden. Her inside went all funny when she saw him, and he seemed to her valuable then,…
He had unzipped the lower part of the legs of his Goretex hiking pants and stepped out of them, while he leaned against a rough stone wall. Then he had folded them and pushed them into his rucksack, pulled its drawstring tight again, and gone on. His long legs, suddenly…
