memories, wisdom

years ago when i lived transatlantic, there was a beautiful woman with curls and strawberry in her blonde and she taught me about seasons about about writing. there were books to write her life in. i have been traveling and recording in a book of maps.

i spend a lot of days wondering how much more travel there could be. transatlantic. transcontinental. and, i wondered, how long can a season of transition last? but here i am. in a home, that isn't quite a home, but must be one for now.

this afternoon my father called from new york city on his way to jerusalem. this is his typical farewell, and today, a piece of advice. "kate, embrace it. be lonely. explore the feeling. that's something new, right? maybe a story will come out of it." and with that, he was off to the holy land.

and, on a different note, i bought a new book today even though the old one was not finished. it is bound with rope and pictures a nest. and, i hope i do.