TYPE: noun; a sacred circle where one can be themselves without fear – a piece of land cut off and assigned as an official domain, especially to kings and chiefs, or a piece of land marked off from common uses and dedicated to a god, a sanctuary, holy grove or holy precinct.
I was born in the U.S.A. on a hot summer day in the deep south, yet raised in Canada. I straddle those borders in some ways still, with my heart sometimes in two places. Racism and old tobacco barns are part of my family tree from both sides, and is a truth I’ve learned over the years, even way up here in the great white north, we are most definitely not immune to fear-mongering and hate.
Well, so mom always told me I was her ‘fey’ one, like a tea towel in the wind, never knowing where I would land. Over the years I have worked, and read, and sought for the meaning of life, walking rural and urban streets, watched the death of loved ones, a marriage end, and all of it changed me.
This blog has become a sort of sanctuary, often a podium, seeking, finding, words and images, history and philosophy, in a Canadian accent, eh.
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