Life is returning to a pace that feels right. I’m home now at Pie Cottage with Greta. We wake in the morning to the joy of another day. A cup of tea, or lately it’s been homemade chai. Rekindling the wood stove. Rekindling me.
I read this morning, “Life begins at the edge of your comfort zone” in Jean Houston’s The Wizard of Us. I have been brought to the edge. Willingly? I’m not sure. But, I know it is time. My body out and out said so. How much clearer could it be when one cannot breathe and […]
When I was a little girl I lived next door to our family business, McDermott Colonial Mortuary in Santa Barbara. My father, Thomas Joseph McDermott was a mortician as was his father, Charles Stephen McDemott. Charles moved from Morris, IL with his wife, Hanora in 1906, to open McDermott Undertaking Co. on the corner of […]