Feb, 2006. For the past five months I have been living in a car at the edge of woods — jobless and homeless and totally unable to find a way out. I can't sing, I can't dance, I can't scream loudly enough, but I can read and write. So here I am laying down tracks...hopefully the start of an online paper trail out of here. (Update: Miracles happen....if you are reading my story I am part of your proof.)

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Skye High

I had an almost perfect Christmas — up on the Isle of Skye. My head is full of postcard-perfect images that I hope never fade.

I've never been to Skye before. I'd nearly been. I once went across to the island of Barra — many years ago, landing with only 3 other passengers in a tiny, 12-seater British Airways plane directly onto their long, white, cockle beach, which doubles as the runway — and island-hopping on the way home down the freezing necklace of islands that make up the Outer Hebrides — uninterested in them mostly, ticking them off, reading Louis MacNeice and dreaming of getting to Skye and of home. But I never had time to stop off there in the end. And it's a place I've wondered about ever since...So I am so glad I got the chance to go. Skye is in a world of its own, definitely worth making time for.

Hope you all had a lovely Christmas.

In the words of the Mexican emailer I mentioned in the last post ...I splash all your New Years with blessings.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

From Mexico with love

Someone sent me an email this week. Someone from Mexico, writing mostly in broken English. They signed off saying - "I splash your life with blessings"
'I splash your life with blessings'... It's still making me smile.