Roaming and Rambling

It feels good to write again.  Something familiar amid all the noise of this new uncertainty.  I am almost shamelessly addicted to coffee at this point in my life.  I could blame it on a number of things, but really I think I'll leave it to the ritual of a warm mug between my hands in the morning and the aroma of comfort in what I'm convinced is one of its most tangible forms.  People often don't believe me when I say that every moment of life is a bit of poetry to be discovered.  But it's true. The soft and small exchanges shared with others could fill volumes of the most beautiful lines, verse after verse, conversation after conversation.  A wise woman and an old friend of mine once told me that she believed that every conversation shared with another person should be one of intent and meaning, one that furthered each individual in its own way. No wasted words.  It's something I've adopted without even truly knowing how or why I ...

Oh, and so begins my month as a vegan.  Here's to trying new things, eating more vegetables, learning to live without, exploring my own ethics, staying healthy, vitamin supplements, and getting creative in the kitchen. 

It has been a long time.  A very long time.  Sitting here I wonder how many windows have been mine to look from in my quiet and favored hours of morning? The rain reminds me of Costa Rica, of places too far to touch, places that leave the hands of my heart reaching, yearning.  My writing is rusty and my fingers fumble through letters, strangers begging their pardon for the time that weighs them down.  I uprooted my life, and I find myself standing in a shower of its pieces, bits of earth shaken from the tendrils of roots once tangled so deeply in the past.  I live in Boone once again.  Beautiful, familiar, ever-teaching, fulfilling, renewing, hopeful, soul-sustaning Boone.  I gave up a job for an essentially unpaid internship.  I left a clear path toward home for my other home.  I interviewed, packed, and arrived in these mountains without a means of income, without a place to live.  With my life in my car, I drove strai...