Sit and look back...

...or catching up with time...


I can't lie about the dates: Life has been unraveling without being honored by a summary and written relfexion about of my existence's journeys.

As I write, I think of so many of you who have suported me, loved me, encouraged me; called me on my lack of rationality, called me on my catresian stubburness; who have helped me believe in me, and helped me see my fragilities; who have pointed out directions, and have reminded me to listen to my heart.

Teachers, coleagues, fortune encouters with travelors, friends from my Utah home, friends from my original country, friends of the gardening world, friends from the dancing world.

I am currently sitting in Grenoble in a café. The bells of the nearby little church of the middle of the town have just annonced four o'clock. The sun is shining and I am sitting in a terrasse in the old part of the town: no cars around: just people drinking coffee, speaking french, and smoking.