| Occupation | Root Worker |
|---|---|
| Introduction | Rave on, on printed page. Rave on word. Find myself perhaps too often on trails in the Ramapo Mountains, fast stepping along root and rock, stopping sometimes to look across space to the NYC skyline miles away. The wonder of lives being lived and about what's gone before and what comes after. Heart beating how many times now? Sometimes in the grace of sunlight, breath catching, body still working with parts broken, listening to woeful tunes of jubilation, hope rises. |
