It was the start of a hard Christmas season. There are pieces missing from my life now which were all comfortably settled in place just two years ago.
On Dust and Bravery
“When I was young, I fell in love with story.” It was the first line that caught my attention. I knew that feeling – that falling in love with story. I’ve done that. But then the words went on, and struck even deeper chords than my love of story: the tension of roots and wings, of settling and adventuring. It […]
Pieces Go Missing
I was reminded this morning that tomorrow, December 1, marks the day of an accident two years ago that took a beloved and friend and mentor from this earth. It was the start of a hard Christmas season. One where tears held their own against the joy and the laughter. It was the start of a year of sorrow followed […]