I need to upload my pix from Idaho to the computer…but I am home again, sitting in my writing space, scribbling away.
We left my sister’s place above Lewiston, Idaho, at 7:15 yesterday morning, dropped my mom off at her place in Chehalis at 8 p.m., and didn’t arrive home until 10 p.m. It was a great visit with my sister, my brother-in-law, and their boys, and we stopped on the way home to see my aunt and uncle, and a niece….I drank a lot of coffee.
This morning I’m trying to find a handhold on this rock ledge so I can step back up and into the path again.
“I think of the journal as a witness, a repository and a playground. It is where I begin things or bring thoughts to some kind of clarity.” -Dorothy Allison