I am buoyant and expansive and uncontainable--but I always was so, only I never knew it!

There was an unexpected freedom in finding out that one wasn't as important as one had always assumed!

I am buoyant and expansive and uncontainable--but I always was so, only I never knew it!

Or is this how humans survive, shrugging off history, immersing themselves in the moment?

Fennel, which is the spice for Wednesdays, the day of averages, of middle-aged people. . . . Fennel . . . smelling of changes to come.

Looking back, I could not point to one special time and say, There! That's what is amazing. We can change completely and not recognize it. We think terrible events have made us into stone. But love slips in like a chisel - and suddenly it is an ax, breaking us into pieces from the inside.

Each day has a color, a smell.