No breastfast

A journal entry from February 8, 2016, recounting our move out of Ikland: Thursday morning, February 5, I intended to have one last glorious quiet time in pristine Timu nature. But just after sitting down on my boulder, G padded up behind me and sat down beside me. My heart sank. Without asking, he picked …

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Spark of recognition

February 2, 2016 (Timu): I woke up before 3:00 a.m. this morning, and thoughts flooded my mind. My body is tired, my gut wracked with pain. I feel like shit. One of the things that came to mind was what I want to say to my three old men - Iuda, Gabriel, and Simon - …

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Practice for dying

New Year's Eve 2015, we as a family felt there was in impending change on the horizon. We didn't realize how soon it would come. As I related in my post called "Trauma," we had had an armed robbery with gunfire seven years earlier. Amber and I had both recovered from that fairly well, well …

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