Tag Archives: Karagöz

On post 9/11 travel


When I last left you, I was whirling back through time and space  pondering the presence of angels – or melekler – in the middle of the Haghia Sofya in Istanbul. Today, I wished for those melekler to make their … Continue reading

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Of melekler and angels in the Haghia Sofya and beyond


Last summer, M. and I stood with our niece in the Haghia Sofya in Istanbul, marveling at all of the art on the walls. Slipping her tiny hand into mine quietly, our niece said “I didn’t know there were angels … Continue reading

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“Let nothing die inside:” Karagöz puppet chaos and wisdom


When I last left you, I was basking the glow of a purple, lavender-scented foot massage and paraffin bath.  OK, at least my feet were basking in that glow.  I awoke this morning to the horrific beat of my heart … Continue reading

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