"Sometimes I feel like a motherless child, a long way from home."

I moved to Oregon 12 years ago this week, after living in the Midwest the longest I've lived any where.  I was in the same house there for 12 years.

Today, I'm looking out west over the ocean, thinking about my life in my 70th year. And it would be better not to think but just to observe the beauty out there of waves and birds and clouds in the sky.

Home is an illusion. Belonging is a dream. Love is a fantasy. 

Thinking is a curse.