Some journeys are about destinations, and others, well, are about the journeying. This past week was all about journeying. Transitions. In betweennesses. It was about jet lag and homesickness, it was about identity and confidence. It was about transforming *this* into *that*, an alchemy I did not think possible. I am working on a workshop… Read More
Driving up route 145 north out of colebrook, you’d pass Dostie’s furniture on the right. A long low building sided in vertical boards of a medium blue. Tune up shops, trailers and homes fall away quickly as the road heads uphill faster than you can downshift. The drive takes you up one… Read More
today is a day for me to own the fact that i feel sad. it is an anniversary day for the country, yes, undeniably, unthinkably tragic. it is also an anniversary day for me, of my first marriage. it is impossible now to imagine that innocence, that un-jaded hope. it is impossible now to imagine… Read More
I envision a spiral one I can trace with my finger, one with topography, curves and swells and switchbacks I imagine my own travel along, away, back… revisiting from a place not quite where I was, not quite a return, always informed by my journey outward, inward, and all that I’ve encountered I feel closer… Read More
10 years ago and the memory is both sharp and muddled I have a story my self tells myself. the moon was near full, but the day was rainy and it was years before I was ok on sundays or mondays or on nights with a big moon. I could not even look at it.… Read More
feeling tonight as if I am opening to something driven more by curiosity than panic and not quite “driven” so much as inspired, I guess, inspired (quietly), motivated, all such big words it is more like allowing, a giving way, a giving into, a giving over… a yes, here, this Share This:
an image of my own upturned cupped hands has persisted for me for years, arriving first deep into the sleepless season of acute grief, and then returning to visit sometimes when I am on the cusp of something my hands, a symbol of surrender sometimes, of willingness to receive, of openness, of no longer knowing… Read More
Feeling a bit like I am sorting possibilities and actualities like stones I have collected from dreams and beaches and hillsides…. all are warm and smooth, all have stories that I remember or long for… My fingers keep hesitating, this one, no, this one…I keep forgetting the remarkable fact that I can change my mind.… Read More
after days of fragmentation and things “coming apart”, today is a gathering day. A day of things coming together. I am just going to BREATHE THIS IN. Share This:
a day of pearl sky, no landmarks to mark the passage of time a day of missed communication, of texts unsent, of emails returned with errors, of phone numbers out of order… it felt as if the universe was saying No, Kate, Not Today, and I kept saying YES! TODAY! and pushing forward as if,… Read More
