The suitcase was baby blue and shimmered, like a doll suitcase. It sat open at the curb, rain falling on its collapsible hangers and smart cloth pockets.“An old suitcase!” I said, checking the latches to see if they worked. “I’ve always wanted an old suitcase!” I picked it up. It swung neatly in my hand. … Continue reading The Suitcase

It's spring, in the year 2008. I am in Portland, going to herb school, looking for a job. Try and imagine it. ------- SATURDAY I learned about the energetics of the heart, in herb school, from Scott, the wooest of all our teachers. He talked about our hearts’ electromagnetic fields, which can, in a scientific … Continue reading One week in March I kept a journal

For the last few days. Everything’s so up in the air- (what a wonderful figure of speech, “up in the air”) I feel like I can’t write about any of it, because it’s not real, yet. It’s “in the air”. But falling fast, coming to rest like the weather does, sometimes, in the wee hours … Continue reading I haven’t been writing