In this first post I will offer a few photos, a few words, and a promise of more of both as time allows. Truro, MA was where I was born, not in body (I moved here when I was 9) but in all other ways: heart, mind, spirit. It offered solitude which led to unending reading, it offered time with family both original and chosen, it offered the salt marsh and pine forest and rolling hills teaming with a wild variety of life, and it offered the tides, waves, and wind of the ocean. It is from this place that so much of who I am has emerged.
Photos: Quiet ocean water at Ballston Beach, A spot by the fire for reading, reflecting, snuggling, A moment between my youngest child and my father during his last summer, Turkeys in the yard, My grandfather's maps restored with love, A granddaughter who knows that ocean wind is for dancing, One of many paths to the water.