Imbolc\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Waxing Bloodroot Moon<\/p>\n
This journey has begun to bend toward home.\u00a0 I”m more eager know to go home than I was to come here when I left.\u00a0 That seems good to me.\u00a0 Home is the place you know you’re away from when you’re gone.\u00a0 No place else on earth has that lodestone attraction for me.<\/p>\n
Home is where the heart is, yes, and my heart is with Kate, with Vega, Rigel and Kona, with the raised bed and the garlic, the asparagus, the strawberries, with the bees and the grandkids play house, with the flower beds and the woods, with our house which, in exactly the same way a church is sanctified, has become sacred.\u00a0 The life and the love,, our history there, has made it a sacred realm, a realm of the heart and a sanctuary for our life.<\/p>\n
I have two yellow pads, one full, the other on its way, scribbled with this story of another world and these people I’ve come to know over the course of writing it.\u00a0 Brag, Constance, John, Aeric, Gullen, Arton, Isaac, Cern.\u00a0 Well, maybe a couple of these are speaking animals and one is a god, but they’ve come alive for me over the months I’ve spent on Missing.\u00a0 Their journey, I see now, has only just begun, will only finish its first phase as this novel draws to a close in another 30,000 words or so.<\/p>\n
This writing is and has been such a strange act for me, virtually solitary save for Kate, who has stuck with me in my up and down moments, my more confident moments and, most important, in my melancholy.\u00a0 Otherwise, I’ve written these novels, these short stories and they go in a\u00a0 file or in a box and sit, George Plimpton once called an unpublished work of his, A Monster In A Box.\u00a0 This will be my sixth or seventh monster.<\/p>\n
Not complaining just observing that’s been strange.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Imbolc\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Waxing Bloodroot Moon This journey has begun to bend toward home.\u00a0 I”m more eager know to go home than I was to come here when I left.\u00a0 That seems good to me.\u00a0 Home is the place you know you’re away from when you’re gone.\u00a0 No place else on earth has that lodestone attraction for … Continue reading Home Is Where the Garlic Is<\/span>