You know what people don’t tell you about? The intimacy of tragedy. The collapse into the lap of your lover; not in elated exertion…. but in grief. The speechlessness; not of direct eye contact……
Posts tagged lost
haunting home
(the sunrise, this morning, in oregon) ***** (A letter to two former neighbors, dear friends, and fellow divemasters, who continue to live in Taganga, in the hotel of the house where I was living in…
Frustrated Feet
Ah…it seems my “every mile was a joy” brag (of the Camino Santiago) just got a kick in the kilometer ass. For walking BACKWARDS along the Camino Portuguese means that for ever 20 kilometers I…