EATING BRAZIL, FEELING ALIVE
“It’s just begun to rain and I need to be out on the porch, bathing in the cool jungle air and conjuring poetry from the rising mists. The clouds shine like opals in the setting sun.”
“It’s just begun to rain and I need to be out on the porch, bathing in the cool jungle air and conjuring poetry from the rising mists. The clouds shine like opals in the setting sun.”
Welcome to the first episode of SPILLING THE INK, which is all about getting new perspectives. Today I share what the journey here was like, what’s just ahead with STI and a short video tour of the house.
“…I’ve left almost everything behind but people, pets and a stack of books. I know I’m spoiled, but I feel bruised, physically and emotionally.”
“They were in the middle of brainstorming how to get a Little Free Library when in walked a Christmas wish.”
“Then my friend Frances had wise words for me. I paraphrase: maybe home isn’t a place, but a mindset. Migrating birds must take it with them. “
“I wonder what my great-grandmother thinks of me leaving. She sacrificed to come to America. Does she feel like I’m wasting her gift or does she look through my eyes to new horizon with anticipation?”