And though I haven't been posting about it, life has unspooled with rich variety, great joy, and enormous speed. I have moved, twice, but I am like that employer who looks all the way around the world and finds the perfect candidate for the job (the job being to shelter me) right in my own backyard. So I have settled once again--in quite different ways--in Rhode Island and New York. Moms Clean Air Force is growing strong, thanks to all your support. And I have Other Projects going. So I'll simply share bursts of photos when I can here, until I sort out what goes where, which, when I think of it, is one of the great challenges of life in general, to say nothing of writing.
All this to say, I haven't fallen off the face of the earth, and I move more deeply than ever in slow love with this miracle of a world in which we find ourselves.
And I marvel at the ways people find to decorate the beach, knowing the tide will soon wash them all away.
We were here, these clam shells seem to say. And we left you something. We enjoyed making it but we didn't think too much about it; we scooped these shells into the sand, scalloped the edges of a picture that framed a long, wandering, rather intense conversation....
Or so I imagine the scene.
What more can we ask of one another that we move through the world paying attention, taking the time to care, and leaving behind gentle traces of beauty?