so, i’ve been thinking about moving. and the fact that i’ve not been moving. stuck is the word i came up with, but then i found this wonderful essay by one of my heroes, Alice Walker. i told brni the other day that i wanted to build a cottage on the edge…just beyond the edge of a village we’ve been playing in…and then i read this. this wonderful thing that explains everything i’m doing (or not) right now.

http://www.inthesetimes.com/site/main/article/2906/