Thoughts on Home

It’s a Very, Very, Very Fine House

In the life I lived before coming here, I dreamt of this home. Not precisely this little house perched on rock hanging over the ocean, but nearly. I want there to be space for family and friends, I want water, I want land, I prayed and somehow—in ways more magic than real—here we are.

Some days, I wake to the sound of the insistent ocean, thinking of all the thing I do not know. What is the name of that tree that sways in front of my window? Why are there seven dead … Read more “Thoughts on Home”