As I live into the pilgrimage of Patti Digh's 37 days exercise on what we might be experiencing if indeed we had 'only' 37 days to live, I've found myself going through layers of experience.  I'm dreaming a lot, and not remembering any of them. I'm all over the place in my daily life--content, anxious, exasperated with myself, feeling sick in ...

While I'm working on unveiling the 'Where's Home?' loveliness--here's some pics taken with my trusty T-Mobile Dash phone on an early morning walk with Geronimo.  He continues to get us up at ridiculously early hours (like 4am), and I've decided, NOT true to form, to not resist and to make the best of  this irritation. Actually ...

From the second post in this series, about why-ever in the world I could be so afraid of silence is the quote I'm living with: ''I abandon all that I think I am, all that I hope to be, all that I believe I possess. I let go of the past, withdraw my grasping hand from the future, and in the great silence of this moment, alertly rest ...