It has been a long time since I’ve written anything.  Our life is fast and cyclical and I either don’t have the time or I imagine my reports would be too boring to send out to the wide world.

the semester is over, and I’m cleaning up, closing up shop for a few weeks. I’ve recycled pounds of papers. I’ve cleaned my computer, deleting file after file. I cut my hair off. I’m letting go.

I’m starting things new- transferring the tiny tomato and pepper seedlings out to the garden. writing poems.

B is back to work and so Andy and I have been spending more time together, making music, weeding garden beds, making food. I am amazed by her humor, her fear, her sensitivity. I am tired. I am beginning again.