Finding Home Far Away

I reached into my pants pocket today and pulled out a small, hard chunk of earth  flecked with grass. The pants had just been washed but the pocket was still filled with crumbles of grittiness. I think I remember putting them there while Neil and Ed and I walked an empty misty path on a … Continue reading Finding Home Far Away

This Is Home

The journey to my pebbled beach is much longer than the ten footsteps the stream measures across.. The minutes stretch into hours that seem like seconds. The days pass, the calendar marked by new blossoms and ripening berries. It is only here in the dappled sunlight that I am fully at peace, the grating urgency of my city life soothed....