Every one of us is called upon, perhaps many times, to start a new life. A frightening diagnosis, a marriage, a move, loss of a job...And onward full-tilt we go, pitched and wrecked and absurdly resolute, driven in spite of everything to make good on a new shore. To be hopeful, to embrace one possibility after another--that is surely the basic instinct...Crying out: High tide! Time to move out into the glorious debris. Time to take this life for what it is.
Barbara Kingsolver (High Tide in Tucson: Essays from Now or Never)
Next week I hope to share some photos of the apartment, but it's too chaotic at the moment. Rooms full of boxes don't inspire my inner photographer. For now, I'll share some sights I've captured while out and about over the last few days. I hope you enjoy.
Thank you, as always, for stopping by. I missed the blog while I was interwebs-less, and I'm appreciating the sense of grounding it has brought me the last couple days to sit down again at the computer to share my words and my pictures.