There are stories deep in every mundane moment, in a thick undergrowth of intertwining paths that are entangling and untangling as we watch, and participate, and miss, and mess, and mix, within it all; although some will look and say that, actually, they see nothing to see at all.
After more than 30 years with no return I head back on Friday, for a few days, as a guest with people and places to meet. Now I can hardly wait. I have changed a lot since my "Nourishing Mother" saw me go, but also stayed much the same. She awaits.