Dreamtime

The sun doesn’t rise up in the morning and set in the evening here. It moves sideways across the sky, hovering close to the horizon throughout the day. It keeps you teetering between wakefulness and sleep. Dreamtime. It’s how I feel in my body these days, half-awake, half-asleep, hovering like the sun, moving sideways instead…

Spákonufell

I’m living at the base of the mountain, Spákonufell, in Skagaströnd, Iceland for the month. An isolated dreamland. How I got here: I took an overnight flight from Boston, landed in Reykjavík at 6AM and stayed put for two nights, acclimating to (and reveling in) the intense wind, traveling alone again, the dramatic approach of…

yup, leaving for Iceland soon

I’ve been blog-awol for about a year and a half while working from Vermont on my PhD and attempting to settle into my new husband’s house in Vermont. I’ve bought new furniture and had the walls painted, but I’m still a stranger in the house he’s lived in for almost twenty years. It will take…

Providence, Where Dreams Live

I see a mom with an infant strapped to her front and a toddler in her cart at Whole Foods. She’s talking to the toddler about what she’ll make for dinner and explaining the importance of eating organic. I smile. That was me 20 years ago. I was a mother with an infant and a…

Dismantling Yourself

“Out of a deep cut, opened in a biography, a new being comes into the world,” writes French philosopher, Catherine Malabou, in the book I am currently devouring, The Ontology of the Accident: An Essay on Destructive Plasticity.  When my world crumbled six years ago, I began rebuilding almost immediately. I thought it was a…

Remembering and Letting Go

Today I climbed Y Consti. The fog was thick. The path completely still. There was a biting silence as I stood at the top. I held a heart-shaped locket filled with a tiny bit of my late husband’s ashes. I opened it and let the ashes float out over the Irish Sea. I knew it…

Flowers are Blooming

It’s spring in Wales, though for this Vermonter, I wouldn’t call the last few months “winter.” I mean, okay, it snowed a few times, but no studded tires needed. And in the town limits of Aberystwyth, no shovels either. I posted a picture of my dog on Facebook a few days ago and people from…