To fly where I belong, to become who I am, to speak my truths winged and moon-swayed. When I was a small girl, I rehearsed my flight. I dreamt of flying. I jumped off walls and flew, but only down. I wanted to fly up; I needed wings. My hope was winged but it wasn’t enough. I jumped when I walked...
Away from my work, away from my friends, away from my life. Away. I needed to see far horizons again, to realign myself with the realized world of wide mind, long sight and a fineness of things. For years, I had thought about walking the Camino de Santiago one day, walking right across Spain from...