After I put Mom on the train to send her back to her home in Beaverton, OR, I felt dazed, jet-lagged. I felt like I had traveled to a far country for a week and was having to stage my re-entry, so I wouldn’t fall into a narcosis of the deep.That far country was a week at the Oregon Coast with my Mickey/Mom celebrating her 91st birthday with high surf and a terrific coastal storm. Mickey is fine–she’s alert, curious, and […]
Mickey/ Mom’s 91st birthday in Yachats, Oregon. She managed to get a bar full of people to sing happy birthday to her!
“Then the Old Man of the Earth stooped over the floor of the cave, raised a huge stone from it, and left it leaning. It disclosed a great hole that went plumb-down.“That is the way,” he said. “But there are no stairs.” “You must throw yourself in. There is no other way.”― George MacDonald, The Golden Key and Other StoriesWeek Three of the Network Narratives class–now that I’ve thrown myself in, time to reflect on the free fall of the […]
