Caterpillar

I’m staying in the Scottish Highlands this week, in the middle of nowhere.  On Monday, I drove four hours north until I had reached absolutely nowhere, threw a left up a hill, further into nowhere, and finally I turned right down a dirt track until I reached the very heart of nowhere.  Trundling the last … Continue reading Caterpillar

Stew

I feel like I’m adjusting from this to that, from something to other, but I have no idea what either is.  I simply have a sense that I am somewhere indeterminate, somewhere between before and after. How’s that for a jumbled description of my current juddering internal compass?  Let me try harder to explain.  It’s as … Continue reading Stew