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.
Mom always told me I was her ‘fey’ one, like a tea towel in the wind, never knowing where I would land, eager to be off exploring, learning, looking for love in all the wrong places, working, reading, walking rural and urban streets, watched the death of loved ones, a marriage end, and it has changed me.
I was born in the U.S., in the deep south, but raised in Canada, and I straddle those borders in some ways still, with my heart sometimes in two places. I’ve been here and there, but really all I’ve ever desired is to stay put, in this place, this village in a city, at a crossroads.
This blog is sometimes a sanctuary, often a podium, always seeking, finding, capturing words and images, thoughts and answers, history and philosophy, with a Canadian accent.
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