The Intuitive Clutch ~~~ Will Rose

Moonrise over the Cours  It's Sunday morning, 8:30. I slept a bit late, and the sunshine is already lancing through the curtains to thro...

Continued from December 31, 2019 (scroll down to previous post) It was December 29th, 1989, when I reached the little outpost of Doctors o...

It was New Years Eve, and bitterly cold in the town of Deva in western Romania, about 100 miles from the Hungarian border. I was staying at ...

It is Thursday night, November 9, 1989. Night falls on Hasliberg, Switzerland, where I am a teacher at the École d'Humanité, an internat...