I Think I might Be Home

I always intend to write about a place in the moment. Or at least that day or right when I return home. It seems it takes some time for certain places to soak into my cells before I can articulate my experience of them. Such is Ireland. India, on the other hand, being so totally … More I Think I might Be Home

Writing Out Loud

I’ve so many saddles to get back in: writing, exercising, home organizing, self-care, computer clean-up, but rather than choosing one place to start I imagine the whole lot as a giant pile-up on the highway with no shoulder, no movement and I have to pee. But not yet badly enough. Travel is a great illuminator … More Writing Out Loud

Signs

        “The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only one page.” Saint Augustine Discovery Bay, Jamaica:  I share the photo of Jamaica because it was this trip that forced me to get my passport, taking me off the single page and thrusting me out into the world. … More Signs

Dis-Ease

It’s happening again. Like all chronic conditions the symptoms are easily recognizable. Sometimes they slam right into me like a freight train and all I can do is respond in kind, quick and fierce. Attack back.  Other times, like now,  they creep in, allowing me time to ponder, cope, maybe reverse course or at least … More Dis-Ease