That perspective I encounter when I re-enter a place that I have left, and find a sense of solace, the warmth of home and the gladness of return. [Click on Title to Read]
Homecoming Eyes
Vacationing as Brynna
For much of my early adult life–twenty years or more–vacation meant leaving the crazy-busy work world and driving seven hours north to a three-acre island on Moosehead Lake in Northern Maine, where we cooked meals over an open campfire, survived without electricity, carried drinking water, swam nude, and– since it was the days before cell phones–lost track of the outside world. [To continue reading, click on the title.]
Becoming Brynna 