Friends shared dreams & I realize mine have nothing to do with sustainable plots & everything to do with ampersands & flying around the world to wonderful galleries & architectural sites & amazing places. In the meantime I’m lucky to have my garden … & tolerant friends. My rear-view mirror fantasies remain impossible dreams in… Continue reading Pandemic Journal 4/7/2020 — On dreams in times of COVID
Wherein a woman walks and muses. The shape of the woods sounds like birds. Writers abound. The stories cross oceans and wave. All this to try to stem the tide in her head of climate catastrophe and the rise of authoritarian regimes here there & everywhere. Keeping a world on self-destruct at bay.