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, I’ve come to understand over the years I too, way up here in the great white north, am not immune.
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 it changed me.
This blog is like a sanctuary, often a podium, seeking, finding, words and images, history and philosophy, in a Canadian accent, eh.
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