Travel is no longer the periodic wanderings of an inquisitive mind. I turn around to see Blaze lying on the ground, indenting the earth with her small presence. It is all the sensory help I need. Children have an eye for detail. That indentation is me, too.
Work Is more difficult, fractured, elusive.
The muse used to be easier to capture. My reserves of energy were legendary. My name and presence individual. Now I am often referred to as somebody's mummy. I am joined to so many others and separated from myself.