Our whole routine is carried over, almost as though we had not left. Almost as though we were home.
a day in the life
Tag: home
breaking the spell
I wanted to write one last, grand, post-sabbatical retrospective. And today I realized I can’t put it behind me. Ever.
finding our way home….
A place to rest is home in the best sense, and foreshadows a better rest to come, a true sabbath.
Home again, home again
It's nice to go home. Which in this case is East Tennessee. I'm actually a fifth generation Floridian, and there is something comforting about being there. The stars seem properly aligned, and the smells of citrus and salt awaken a primal sense of place. Shrimp fresh off the boat for Christmas dinner, a slice of… Continue reading Home again, home again
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