Chapters of Departure

The window washers are outside power washing the house, everything moved and rearranged. But I'm in my bedroom spending a quiet moment inside, appreciating all the ways this house has held me...in marriage, in motherhood, and as I crossed into my fourth decade. Dependable boat, strong in all the chaos.

And now to take down the deities from their perches, the hangings, and photographs that prove we are still here.

Departure is not a moment but a movement, a wave. And arrival begins before we set foot across the state line. Now we enter the liminal space, not here, not there, but in between. This is its own geography - spaciousness, possibility, and the unknown.