Dreamways

This road trip has left me filled with strong and clean energies. Such an amazing sinking-in of the insight, that, truly, Home for me is not about attaching to any one particular space and clinging to it. This is the Zaiga paradigm, whereby NO space on the face of the planet can be related to in a loving fashion, since Home is defined as 1930’s Latvia. The Irony of her doing everything in her power to prevent me from taking root in the U.S., and in so doing, she replicated upon me what the Powers That She Loathed did to her. Except that I was NEVER allowed to take root.  read more »

A flat, gray sky. It is cool and raining. Gorgeous weather for a parched Colorado boy. F: “This weather reminds me of Januaries and Februaries in my youth.”

This photo [in my handwritten journa] is from the trial that I watched the jury being picked for, that I, too, could have wound up hearing. Ray Allen, accused of killing his wife and attempting to kill her mother. What sad history led him to such a dreadful night?

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The first day of spring. Outside, it is blustery and snowing. Two to three inches of whiteness blanket horizontal surfaces. Jackson sits at the stove island, drinking ocffee and reading the paper.

A very social day yesterday. At noon we had lunch in Arvada with the W. Family. Daila was in good spirits. She is now crawling and easily sitting up. She has long, slender fingerlings.

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