Living Rootless

I'm currently back in the South, so it's timely that I revisit this five-year old post.

Wow.

My typical food menu remains the same today as it did 10 years ago, as do my prejudices about food trends that purport to perform miracles of super-health.

Five years ago, I contemplated a life as a full-time tenter.

Light, El Rosario Church, San Salvador, El Salvador.

Five years later, there's nothing more I can add to this.

Light enters kitchen window in Mobile, Alabama.

Assortment of Light 1, Maison Bergogne, Narrowsburg, New York.

British Park.

In January 2011, I had sold my house in Missouri, but hadn't yet set off on what has been a 15-year slomadic ("slow nomad") journey .

Sunrise on Grand in Las Vegas, New Mexico, 2007.

So, 10 years yon, how goes the disparity between Black and White life expectancy?

I'm not talking about listening to a guided meditation, although those are certainly good.

This 10-year old post happens to feature Curley Taylor.

Face From a Cosmetic Spoon.

In re-visiting this post of 10 years ago, I remembered "Caroline" and the power of a pause.

Caterpillar.

2023.0429.

More than 20 years ago, the local parks and recreation department offered a class in tai chi.

I do love sweet potatoes.

Adult coloring books aren't anything new, of course.

I ventured into threading again while in Tucson.

Mala beads from lotus seeds.

There's nothing I can add to this ten-year old post.

Plank trail, Deer Isle, Maine.