At one point or another, everyone can appreciate Mary Oliver’s ..The Journey..
If “she” exists, that other me who didn’t have a child, she went off on her own in a parallel universe to keep exploring the world.
I wrote this true story years ago but the ending has never felt right, too ghostly to my science-oriented mind. Then last year in a crawl space I found the original journal from where the story originated.
Now it’s even more mysterious.
Post by Hilary Jocelyn – I suddenly and urgently want to be somewhere else.
Sharing our collective experience can help and it can also add a little levity.
Who knew there was a virus silently trying to infiltrate everyone’s bloodstream?
Teleworking since March 13th, I have been taking walks at a distance with neighbours, going to local farm stores and grocery stores, the pharmacy and natural food store and trying … Continue reading Pandemic Perspective from up the River
Hello, sun in my face ” she writes
Post by Al Skaw – I miss my previous life. That is, my previous life only three weeks ago…..
“We are, as a species, addicted to story. Even when the body goes to sleep, the mind stays up all night, telling itself stories.”
Wednesday evening – Symptoms are getting worse. Is it the flu? We hesitate