Jane and I write this morning. I am aware I am on an island, floating on the sea. It is like I am on a big boat. I had not realized how much I used the land to ground myself as I went through this process. Now, I float on a piece of land in the sea, and either I am turning, or the land, but I seem to be twirling in the grasp of the breeze. I know what it is to be a bird, changing awareness of gravity, and the support of land or limb. I notice the birds here spend a great deal of time on the ground. I guess, they, too, appreciate this support in the midst of the sea.
Happy landing and soaring, breathing, and being. It's quite a luxury to breathe, and take the world in and let it out, and be a world itself, pulsing in and out.
The book I suggest everyone read is Left to Tell - Discovering God Amidst the Rwandan Holocaust by Immaculee Ilibagiza.
Surely life on earth has to change. May it be so!
There is a writing nook in this house that I am in love with. I will take the image of it home with me. It is sweet, luxurious, cozy, and perfect as can be.