Moving home
Moving across the country, back to the neighborhood where I grew up, has left me without words …. well, almost. It also has me wondering about the idea of belonging and how we find our place in the world. Continue reading Moving home
Moving across the country, back to the neighborhood where I grew up, has left me without words …. well, almost. It also has me wondering about the idea of belonging and how we find our place in the world. Continue reading Moving home
While we grumbled about rain drenching our tent, our socks and everything else, the region we so recently left suffered smoke and superheated winds. I worry about my friends. I wonder about the tomatoes and zucchini ripening in our garden, the hanging pots of petunias. Our hearts and minds are split between old home and new, our attention on friends and family in both places. … Continue reading From landscapes to skyscapes
We are downsizing. There. I said it. It feels like a confession. While many people our age are movin’ on up, we’re waving at them as they pass by … from the down escalator. If feels crazy. We live on a lovely two-acre lot with two distinct ecosystems: mossy, lichen-filled woods and a stream in back; sunny landscaped yard in front. We have great neighbors. We have lovely sunsets. We have peace … Continue reading Right-sizing