Hiraeth. Who knew it’s a thing? Maybe Ruby did. Yes, I’m quite certain she did. Does. Hiraeth. A longing for a home you can’t return
I was reaching deep into my pocket of thoughts this morning when my fingers closed around this necklace: “be the girl that goes for it”.
“…Two days before the conference began, driving south through the chilly fog of California’s North Coast, I still hadn’t been able to write the required 2,500 word essay for the class. The only thing I had were words – about 8,000 of them – written in my blog as fodder for my memoir. So I pieced them together until my eyes got scratchy and lost focus, there in the quaint little motel that catered to vacationing families and cannabis dealers in the Emerald Triangle to connect with growers…”
Step One: I finally caught the Professor’s crud: sore throat, fatigue, laryngitis, and all that stuff. Step Two: My knee continued to hurt when I
If we walk far enough,” says Dorothy, we shall come to someplace.” L. Frank Baum, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz Indeed. Today is my final Ramble with
“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks