Four weeks, three generations, 15,000 miles, countless steps, ONE journal. And then I lost the journal.
It’s evident the art of losing’s not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster - Elizabeth Bishop
Time to Write is Always Stolen
So get used to thieving
Every time you laugh out loud, Luxon gets cramp (and other spells)
How can we ever hope to create a different world if we have lost the capacity to dream?