quelle detour! I entered another world with a single question. four years of my time, my life upside down, inside out. just to answer that question. then a major work seen through to completion, despite all odds.
now another huge work just begun. a daughter 3/4 grown.
survival —-> thrive with the multiple kindnesses, those who have camino’ed the last étape with me.
bound to the earth with words I want the light of grainy film loops.
and I have begun to sing again. Bach’s Mass in B minor. each phrase perfect. a fugue, sublime. someday I will return to the Abbey and sing with the boys again. the hours. the days. in deep winter. when the wolves are out. and the snowshoes clack in moonlight. someday.