Birch woods spring, Delicate stuttering, Diaphanous muttering, of sweetly invisible blooms. Walking softly, Someone calling my name. A hush ascends to listening. Silvery streams beneath us, whispering promises as they wake.
In 2008, at age twenty-eight, I quit a reliable desk job, sold my car and most of my possessions, and set out to backpack across Europe alone. Having read so many stories about life-changing walkabouts (Eat, Pray, Love and On the Road, to name a few), I know this is hardly rare, so at the risk of…Read more The City in the Clouds
A few years ago, I came across two words that gave me pause while voyeuristically reading online profiles: “professional immigrant”. A woman had described herself in this way because she had lived in three different countries for education and work. Foregoing the usual, often creativity inhibiting search in an online dictionary (note: I do not…Read more The Semi-Professional Immigrant
Goodbye winter, hello spring? March comes in like a lion, but goes out like a lamb? Slowly we linger. The days, longer. The sunlight, brighter. A warmth to the air, dirt and water smells rising. Hopeful we remain. Could it be spring? Text and photos © M.P. Baecker and http://www.alightcircle.com 2017.
Growing up in the US, I often found myself caught between two worlds: my somewhat traditional Filipino upbringing and the dominant American culture of my teachers and peers. Later, after traveling the world and relocating to Germany as an adult, I felt even more conflicted in terms of cultural and national identity. What am I? An American?…Read more Inspiration for a Permanent Tourist: Pico Iyer
No one is an island. But there have been times in my life when I plunged into the water and swam as hard as I could, far away from the shore, wanting nothing more than that island. Leaving everyone, everything behind, determined to reach my destination. Then, out of breath, alone in deep water, with…Read more Lost at Sea