I have fallen in love with many possibilities in my lifetime. Maturity, I’m finding, is about
thinning this inventory of selves – those I adopted by choice and those imposed by
circumstance.
At some point it becomes possible to lay down what no longer works, and to look
around with a wonder akin to that of childhood. No rushing in with expertise. No
superfluous performance.
This is the place where I find myself, learning a new devotion to nature, old books,
silence.
I love the quiet achievement of loons.
I love the poetry of fallow time.
I knit and make art and walk. I offer occasional writings and retreats, because they
remind me that to be human is always more than anything we can plan.