Tightening my leash

Yesterday, he was in a tall, shore-clinging, eastern white pine tree’s branches and fascicles, those clumps of needles partially hiding him. As I stepped back to get a better glimpse, he lowered his head to meet my gaze, and I felt a combination of wonder and fear.…

Hate in the time of Corona

I’m afraid to feel during these days of COVID-19. Afraid that if I give myself to deep feeling, I’ll lose my ground, lose my grip, lose my self. Instead, I hover; hold myself above what’s threatening to bubble up from my deepest core.…

Year One

I can thank Facebook and my husband, Kook Diffin, for reminding me that my last blog was a year ago. Isn’t it interesting that I announced I would keep you updated on my move Downeast but instead a whole year went by in silence.…

Day One

Day One. Well not really, but I’m choosing to ignore yesterday when the Walmart shopping trip to Calais was the highlight of my day. Staring out the car window I thought, “I can’t do this “and “just shoot me” and “if I move back, would Wayne come too?”…