Let me see what I can come up with "in real time."
A tiny distraction from the Georgia horrors.
OK....
THE CASE OF THE FELONIOUS FRIAR
It was clear last Sunday morning, that both my Nana Jen and my little brother were a bit worse for the wear. Feeling fragile. Hungover at 89 and 13, respectively.
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After feeding them both dry toast and gingerale, I sat the two down for a debriefing.
Read a phrase tonight from travel writer Erin Byrne:
"Travel deeply."
Even when circumstances limit our range of movement, one can be deeply touched by a tiny sliver of activity at any moment. See, hear, ponder. Search for ephipany.
Keep journal and clippets ("clippings"). Narrative thread may not arrive all at once. The essay (that needs better proofing) below on artisans and their slow and steady movement grew over a decade.