Me in the Sahara


My husband and I are moving from the Netherlands to Australia, taking six months in between to see some of the world.
The title of my blog comes from a poem by Jaan Kaplinski. These are some notes from our “waking dream”.

Once I got a postcard from the Fiji Islands

With a picture of sugar cane harvest. Then I realised

That nothing at all is exotic in itself.

There is no difference between digging potatoes in our Muriku garden

And sugar cane harvesting in Viti Levu.

Everything that is is very ordinary

Or, rather, neither ordinary nor strange.

Far-off lands and foreign peoples are a dream,

A dreaming with open eyes

Somebody does not wake from.

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