|Writer, daughter, caregiver, mother, sister, friend.
|Meadows Place, Texas, United States
|I don’t fly well, I have never flown well, except in the dreams of my childhood. As a child, when my father’s company flew us across and to the dregs of the southwest, I was always granted a window seat. When I felt very brave, I would look out the window and watch the clouds and imagine myself flying in their midst. Imagining myself flying through the clouds allowed me to fly unencumbered in my dreams. I no longer fly in the midst of the clouds in my dreams, and this grieves me. In my dream life, I can remember the moment I first was no longer afraid to soar, no longer concerned with looking back at where I had been, but focused on where I might go, at what was available to me. I can remember the exhilaration, the wonder of flying. The wonder and the ability to reposition myself within the text of my dream life. When and where I lost the ability to fly, to reposition myself, I cannot say. I long for the ability to soar unafraid.
|Literature & laughter, growth & gardening, questing & questioning, politics & poetics, bread & circuses. . .
|Movies or plays?
|Jazz, blues, classical, country, Tony Bennett.
|Jane Eyre, Middlemarch, To the Lighthouse, Their Eyes Were Watching God, The Higher Power of Lucky, Harry Potter, Thomas Lynley Series, A Wrinkle in Time, Writing a Woman's Life, This Sex Which is not One, all of Cather, all of Jane Austen, all of Faulkner, Chasing Vermeer, A Room of One's own, The Sympathizer, The Underground Railroad, The Missing Piece, the Missing Piece Meets the Big O . . .