By the fall, I will be closer to the ocean. Meanwhile, nearly comatose with fear of change; and thinking nearly every minute about work, as I have done for about the past 20 years... that work which will no longer be in the center of my life beginning about the middle of July. The center of my life will be the sound of waves on the shore. And if it's not enough, whew, then what.
Since I offered to make this blog, I have been north to meet with my teacher; 
and south, to meet with sandhill cranes; 
and have weathered (ha ha, inadvertent pun) about six weeks of unlikely unlocal deep snow winter; and for the first time, after 22 years, am having anxiety dreams about the workplace every night.
Boy, I really don't know about this. But ok. Here is a place for the community of people who kept in touch with Bookinista to keep in touch with each other.
Hello out there.
3 comments:
Your teacher is awe-inspiring. Name? The creatures, too, educate, and pass through here in great numbers.
Kit Carson Peak and Challenger Peak, as seen from the deck of the zendo at Crestone Mountain Zen Center.
Hi, you two! I am thrilled to see this blog and to be invited to contribute. (I've been missing the saga of Bookinista...)
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