my own home

I’ve been working for years and years on creating my home, and now I find out that I’ve finished. Not because my home is perfect, but because I have become my own home.


I want to become like the Beast, who knows it’s a festive day before I even open my eyes, who smells rain many hours beforehand, who senses me when I’m still far away.

the wild truth

I just finished reading the wonderful memoir by Jim Harrison, “Off to the side”. I thought, how wonderful to be old and finally feel free to write the wild truth. Then I realized that the time to write the wild truth is always. It’s now.