"When everything else has gone from my brain ... what will be left, I believe, is topology: the dreaming memory of land as it lay this way and that." Annie Dillard
This one is special though, decorated as it is with an eagle feather.
Welcome back, the wreath says. Welcome back to the eagles, more common in these parts than they used to be.
Welcome back to the foxes, who prowl and hunt and make their home.
Welcome back to the walkers, including this one.
posted by Anne Cassidy at
4:05 PM
I’m a writer and editor, the author of "Parents Who Think Too Much" and a freelancer published everywhere from the "New York Times" to "Woman’s Day." I’ve been scribbling my thoughts in one tattered notebook or another for most of my life, but this blog is the first time I’ve gone public. I'm glad you've landed here, and I hope you visit often.
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