A journey with occasional re-calculating. The story of a professor with more heart than a month full of valentines days. An old soul who plays pick-up sticks with pencils. Come see who I am, where I am going, and guide me where to visit next.
Suitcase heart traveler going places and spaces to believe in love and hope again
It’s been awhile since I have written. Maybe I’ve just been too busy? Too busy living? Wandering? Feeling the tension of what I feel and need to say?
Over the past two years I’ve learned.
People can be a home, too.
…and maybe that’s why I haven’t written to you.
I am at rest.
