The Light Returns

Panto, short for pantomime, is an English Christmas tradition. The whole family goes to the theatre together: some the ballet, some a West End musical, some a family panto. Today we went to The Magic Lamp, a show in the round made of shadow and light, a really funny new version of A Thousand and One Nights, creative theatre at its best. With only two overhead projectors, some pans of oil, food coloring, paper cutouts, and a remote control car, the two figures in black transported us out of ourselves and into a place of magic. I felt at home inside the theatre, willingly going for a carpet ride with the performers, happy with my family; and I affirmed with my presence and my enjoyment that art as its own unique stitch in the side of society is more important to my sense of place than any other institution or theology. Oh one vivid experience at a time, ahh one lucid moment after another amidst the grey struggles of arctic survival, sigh, one more minute of sun energy today...I am hopeful and happy and believe that the spring will come with bounteous beauty.

Excavating the Heart

In stillness I find my center, my peace, my homecoming. The rhythms of life are so strong, so swelling and pathological at times that I cannot expect to have hours for going into beauty; I must find it in an instant. And so, I sit very still, I cross my legs and fold my fingers together and excavate my heart. Inside of it I find a crystalline cavern so lovely that I am okay, at the park, in the market, on the train, in my home, I am okay and capable and strong, and then I am beautiful, and everything around me is beautiful. I think this is how I will help to create peace, by sitting still.
Happy Holidays dear lovers...

First Term Paper

With this first foray into being judged in the academic world again I learned a few lessons I didn't expect. I wrote a beautiful paper, and had to re-write it in a more direct and less beautiful way. I had to answer the assignment question instead of using the assignment as a platform for things I wanted to say anyway, and this was a good but hard lesson about being in the world. Then, my body reacted so strongly that I became completely cramped up in my diaphragm every time I sat down to edit! I eventually gave myself a deadline two days earlier than the actual deadline, worked the best I could while resting my body as much as possible, and handed in a good but not great paper. My old soldier, the over-achiever, was put to rest. This I did not anticipate! And then, two beautiful voices emerged...the voice that really wants to write lovely poetic books about embodying energy and the voice that wants to question how we embody language, how we are what we say. This is a glorious outcome worth more than any grade; and I am so thankful for the oppression of convention that brought me to these new desires and helped me to name them. I realize that this whole darn thing about going back to school is all about adding another dimension to my allready multifaceted diamond self...and then I laugh, who needs to be so complicated anyway! We are all diamonds in the rough.
Much Much Love!

Oak Moon

As I hole up in the library typing my term papers, over 30 pages in all, I look up and see the waxing oak moon smiling down at me. I am reminded that moon messages are powerful transmitters of love, so I send some love out to my friends who are far apart, trusting that it will land on you next time you gaze on her lovely face.

My mother used to sing a wonderful song about the moon to me when I was young, and I share the words with you here.

I see the moon, the moon sees me
The moon sees the ones I long to see
So god bless the moon, and god bless me
And god bless the ones I long to see

I had a heart and it was true
but now it's gone from me to you
So take good care, as I have done
for you have two and I have one

(repeat first part)

It seems to me that god above
created you for me to love
She picked you out from all the rest
because she knew I'd love you best

Happy Powerful Oak Moon Blessings...
Thanks Mom,

Molly Dancers

Well, after some hard weeks I did find some nice English people last night:) They are traditional Morris Dancers and their side (group) is the Gog Magog Molly Dancers. Morris dancers traditionally wear blackface and do formation dances with clogs or step-hop steps. Some use sticks and flags, some percussion bells that they wear in the hands, some swords, and some just the body. It is a very upright dance that reminds me of the happy dance, a lot of stomping and roaring while we move in these precise groupings. We change direction in the air on the half beat! It is very vigorous, and fun, and weird to my sensibilities. While the origins are unclear it is known to be related to trick-or-treating by the peasants, in an old tradition where the social hierarchy gets inverted on certain days of the year. If the upper classes did not pay or feed the peasants for their dancing then they would plow up their gardens! Later it became the working class dance for beer money. The movements are very factory like in some ways. The Cambridge Side, Gog Magog, has decided that the tradition should be living and change with the times, so instead of wearing blackface they paint their faces in bright colors and wear outlandish super bright and wild clothing. They are excited that I am an anthropologist and want me to come and practice and perform and video and the whole bit. We'll see if that's how it develops. In the meantime, I had such a good time with some great English people, and that is really good for my soul... And oh yes, the pub before and after practice:)
To living traditions~

Roots

Hello there~
The concept of ancestral roots is an important one in our transnational time. My ancestors are British, Scottish, and Irish, with someone German somewhere along the way as well. Here I am, in the land of my ancestral history. People know that I am Irish by the way I look and they often comment that my surname, McClure, is a good Scottish name. It doesn't feel like a homecoming though. I find English people to be rather snivelly and uncurious, and the fight to keep a positive outlook in the damp cold darkness is a daily act of courage. As important as the reclaiming of heritage is to so many people, there is never a true going back. I am descended from the ones who left. They left for a reason, they wanted freedom, more choices, adventure; they took risks. These reasons for leaving are imprinted in my DNA just as my eye color and the shape of my features are. I cannot claim an ancestral race as the basis for my being at all...What I can claim is the resonance of time and place. I am of the Californians, the North Carolinians, and maybe if I live here long enough I will be of the English as well. I am not sure I want to be, and that is the beauty of the new body in the new millennium. We choose who we become relative to time and place, we put ourselves where we want to be imprinted, we leave an imprint there. We are human first and foremost, delineated only as we wish to be. Do we have any roots at all? Must we assert our differences with such adamance? The world wide web of the heart is at hand. :)

In harmony~

Isabella

Isabella, you're as lovely as your name

Isabella, you're like sunshine in the rain

Though you're dressed in fur you wear an air of queenly grace

Everyone can feel the purring in your love embrace

Isabella, if you give your heart a chance

it will lead you to a kingdom of rodents

There you'll catch the birds and lay in the tall grass all day

Everybody that you love will be there just to play...

I love my cat. We had to leave her behind for 6 months due to the fear of the British people that rabies may creep into the island. (They are a very fearful and morbid people in many respects, which I have chosen not to focus on much, choosing instead to laugh when I can, which is also a very British thing to do...) At any rate, she has had to change homes now and we are far away and cannot bring her back until mid January. So I ask you to sing her song for her. I made it up to the tune of Cinderella several years ago, and I often sing it to her. I hope that it will give her peace and reassurance.

Love to all,

Poem

Hello Dear Friends~
I am moving through all these changes like water, and sometimes it is muddy water, I am not always happy... The permanence of our move is finally sinking in, and so I sink into my skin. I am processing the death of the season, my dear friend, the way life was just a year ago. Our home in Durham has sold. The sky is beautiful: bare branches reaching snakelike to the heavens, gulls and swallows dot the pink and purple evenings, darkness comes so early that the light is powerful even its pastel hues. On the train recently I wrote this poem.

I see in myself a strong and steely
reserve
forming
How else can I hold the grandeur
and the grit of London?
The country people of Cambridge?
Jack Frost... A Dying Sea? I wonder
am I here to do the analysis
am I the one to analyse?
My knowing is only through my arts
through a body of crystal.

Peace Be with You....Peace Be

Religous Education

Among the many differences here, church and state are not separate. The official religion is Anglican, or Church of England. A sordid story in and of it itself, one of the many King Henrys dissolved the existing church because it would not grant him a fourth divorce, and instated the Church of England to do his will. Several bible variations lie in the book corner of each classroom, and the children have 15 minutes of religious education everyday, in every school in "the kingdom". The vicar and bishop often come in to give the lessons, and it is quite a big deal. Before your American sensibilities get offended though, it is different. The owd pagan ways never left the church here! A prominent part of the education is singing songs and preparing for festivals. For my children's harvest festival, the entire school walked to their affiliated church. (This church has been here since the Saxon period and there is a cemetery for Saxon warriors along the front walk.) The children brought fruits and vegetables and decorated the entire place, laying them at the altars, windows, doorways, and on tables. They brought food for the poor, performed a play about how a turnip grows, and said a prayer for the wind, rain, and soil who bring us our food. Then the entire school broke into songs with such enthusiasm that I cried. The lyrics...Cauliflowers fluffy and cabbages green, the broad beans are laying in their blankety bed.
Joy, Tears, Life!

Peace to our Friends

When a beautiful life passes beyond our planet the stars shine brighter, the wind speaks more clearly, the music of our hearts hurts with beauty. They move on, to learn and dream and be reborn in a multitude of ways. We remember them, and keep their presence alive on the earth in this way. May love follow our dear friend Kevin Brock on his new journey. Joy in Sorrow,

Click on the big play button to hear this song, that I have been singing since Sunday when I found the news of Kevin's passing...
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The song will not be added to any of your digital files or webpages by playing it.

Our (big) backyard

Hail storms, trick or treating, and using the clothesline (the wind dries them, certainly not the sun). Our spinach does not mind the hail one bit, neither do the roses, and I guess, neither do we. I just wear the same pair of warm pants every day in a row:) Peace.

Homeschoolin' Nanny

Hello,
It is with great anticipation that I write today, pleased with the nation for stepping out and believing their voices could be heard, could have an impact. The tides are indeed rolling. As I have been discussing this with my children, (everyone here is talking to them about it because they are American), we have come upon some valuable conclusions. First, if Barack Obama is the president then Michelle must be the queen. This means their daughters are princesses. And, what do these princesses do when their parents are so busy deciding important things and working hard? We bet they have to be very quiet all the time. They probably go out of a secret gate to go to the park, so that no one will see them. And they most likely have a nanny, but instead of going to after school care, their nanny is the coolest ever, and she homeschooles them:) And, if only one princess gets to become queen when she is older, then the other will help and be the cook. Because cooks are very important, they get to be with these cool girls every single day, and it is the best way to help when people are busy doing hard work....
All my love,

Cocoon

Oh my dear and lovely friends,
This morning I practiced the cocoon, and I want to share it with you. To experience the cocoon lay down on your back with pillows to comfortably support your head and a blanket to keep warm. Cross your ankles and make sure your knees are supported with pillows so that there is no strain on the joints. Place your right hand on your pubic bone and your left hand on the divet where the collar bones meet.. Close your eyes and let your weight fall into the sofa or bed, feel the warmth accumulating underneath your blanket, and allow the magic of connecting the poles of your body to take place. It feels like a cocoon to me, so nice as the energy wraps around and around and around, and ties a nice little bow at the top of my head. It is very safe and protected, and still and quiet.
Much Love,

Como se llama?

Okay. My zen detachment has to take notice of the goings on in the world around me from time to time. With the elections coming up, the capitalist crisis unfolding, and the brooding developments of global terrorism it is often easier to escape. The thing is, life is still beautiful.
Human evolution depends on phases and cycles of unrest. Many many bodies loose the essence of their lives, either within these phases or within smaller holographic phases surrounding more personal issues. The key is to keep our lives inside our bodies by keeping our hearts strong. To sing songs. To celebrate whatever small gift we have towards creating happiness on the planet.
In this vein of thought I choose to think positively about the financial bailout, to acknowledge that greed is in the limelight, to put my faith in soil and in human hands for my nourishment. In this vein of thought, I choose to vote for tolerance, and reasonable efforts at dialogue/cooperation/communication. I remember that the human heart desires change.
Some changes I hope for include the recognition of intolerance, shame, self-righteousness, and greed. I ask for open dialogue about these qualities and how they have shaped our greed/fear based economic systems, human rights policies, and political structures. I ask for wide ranging seeking for new thought forms that will allow the races, nations, animals, and individuals to live cooperatively. As a reflexive and conscientious human being I cast my vote for Barack Obama.
I cast my vote for me. I cast my vote for all of us who dare to celebrate the human tides upon the earth.
Peace,

A Rose

Hello and Hiya,

This week we went to the London Zoo, my kids first time to London and also their first time to the zoo. I have a problem with zoos, because of the cages which confine the will of wild animals contrasted with the freedom of all the gaping people. This zoo is really cool though, and I cried when visiting the gorillas...because the gorillas were saved as infants when their mothers were bushwhacked for meat or trade in the Congo. The gorilla faces are highly individual and their presence is astounding, personal, intelligent. In fact, something is being done right in this zoo, whose main focus is to be a research center, because so many of the animals had an intelligent eye. I watched a mama colobus monkey nurse her baby while men in the family took turns protecting her from us, and penguins dove, leaped, hopped, and frolicked like crazy.

On a more personal note, Mathias has renamed himself Pitter Patter Tadpole Hungry Snake Boy Chalut. Manifest changes? I appear to have an amphibian for a son. And even so, to me he is a sweetie....

Many Blessings All Around,

Streaming

This week in my readings I found shaman, prana, subtle movement, recognition of movement resonance, and necessity of following movement resonance to closure all in my texts. In a practical class, where we move instead of reading and discussing, a classmate said to me, "I can see the energy moving through your body so that it has its' own flow outside of music or steps. When you move faster it is because the energy is moving faster through you." The next day I read at length on the reconstruction of dance from Indian temple sculptures by method of following the flow of prana stimulated by the pose. If I had any doubts as to the actual possibility of combining my experiences in polarity and dance, the last weeks efforts have really encouraged me. And to top it off, an article I read by my professor Andre Grau this morning states "to realize an adequate and truthful ethnographic account, the admittance of the truth of 'unreality' is essential". Is it possible to say that I am finding, and creating, something of a home here? Or maybe a launching pad, or maybe a nice fertile soil. Such a relief, such a big emotional thought. For I have never been able to stop dancing, and I have never been able to stop working with energy and with healing. Sending breath and wealth....

My Son

While it was the best thing in the world, and of necessity, that my teenager Kaiah went to live with his dad this year, it is so hard on a mama! The youth leagues are all out under the lights at night now, practising football and netball (soccer and basketball), and I wish I were there cheering him on at his games. He has a girlfriend. She is of the land he now lives in, and I have no experience of it. They shoot skeet discs together and go to Cardinals games. The complexity of raising a child as a young mother is now wholly apparent to me, as it was not at the time of his birth. So soon, so young, when I have now to let go of him and become the friend. At Christmas when he visits we will go to London and play board games and cook good meals, and I hope desperately that we will actually have opportunities to connect. We will. Just as he is doing the connecting with his father that he needs to do now. They go fishing, play World of Warcraft on the computer, and bond in ways that are unique to their father son connection. Life is still good. It is just changing for me and my oldest son.

First Tooth

Aurora has lost her first tooth today! It is in an envelop waiting for the tooth faery, who will magically appear in the middle of the night. She says, "I am really excited!"

Cosmic Libido

In dance anthropology one of our main concerns is the formation of identity via dance. Group identity, individual identity, national identity, it is always shifting, and dance is a pattern of interacting that not only mirrors this but also actively changes it. In my summer reading I read background literature connecting dance to ethnicity, race, gender, class, politics, proprioception, memory, and kinetic energy. All of it insightful, working deep within me to create changes, some is also deeply inspirational. The early feminists, for example, are amazing.

"Her libido is cosmic, just as her unconscious is worldwide. Her writing (and dancing) can only keep going, without ever inscribing or discerning contours...She alone dares and wishes to know from within, where she has never ceased to hear the resonance of fore-language." "In woman there is always more or less of the mother who makes everything all right, who nourishes and who stands up against separation; a force that will not be cut off but will knock the wind out of the codes...Personal history blends together with the history of all women, as well as national and world history. She is an integral part of all liberations." "Write! and your self-seeking text will know itself better than flesh and blood, rising, insurrectionary dough kneading itself, with sonorous, perfumed ingredients, a lively combination of flying colors, leaves, and rivers plunging into the sea we feed...and everything we will be calls us to the unflagging, intoxicating, unappeasable search for love." Helen Cioux in The Laugh of the Medusa.

Circles of Women

While in NC I was so lucky to be in the community of several wonderful circles of women. What we do, say, investigate, and value is of specific value to who we are as people who are female. I was really wondering how I would find and create anew such circles in this foreign place and in the academic world. Well, the circle was here waiting for me. The department leadership is itself a welcoming and robust circle of women who understand their role just so. I am so lucky again and again, to find and magnetize these wonderful relationships. During my first day of classes I wrote this poem to recognize my circles in NC and to celebrate all of us.

A circle

of women unbroken

A flutter of wings.

Cerridwen chases

curious minds,

transforms our perceptions our bodies

along a migration

towards relevance among the fey towards dragons

visibility is ours
we see

independence
within our unique cooperation.

Open new

lenses new

views.

Ahhhh The view from here is stunning.

Much Love,

Grantchester Meadows

Cambridge is a medieval city. It is composed of many winding streets that have no need for intersecting one another. There are many alleyways and footpaths snaking in and around the streets, and it is actually faster cycling because of this. The path we take to school is called snaky path and it is just wide enough for two people to pass. Outside the city are many smaller villages. Some have just two streets in the whole village and others have managed to get their own shops and centers around the main street with branches of residences coming off of it. Grantchester village is to the south of Cambridge and has two pubs, one tea house, a church, and a post office. What Grantchester is know for, however, is its meadows. The cam river winds through the large expanse of meadow, old trees dot the bank, and lovers and families grace the hillsides. We had a sunny weekend, and so everyone came out to the meadow. For three hours we basked in the sun, watched the punt boats go by, followed a wild swan down river, picked blackberries, and had a picnic. It was the most idyllic scene I have ever been a part of, and I am in love! Grantchester has been home to many celebrities including Vrigina Wolffe, AA Milne, and David Gilmour. The tea house is often visited by the rich and famous. And now I know why, it is a piece of heaven.
All my love,

North Sea Pictures

Here they are, some pictues from The North Sea. It was a magical time. To read more about our trip to the North Sea please go the posts in August 2008. Sending Love...

How to post a comment in this blog

Hello,
I have changed the settings and it is now possible to post a comment in here by simply clicking on the comments option. It had been set for ID required, which asked for a gmail email account. Sorry for those of you tried to post comments, the way is now paved, and I do love to hear from you.
Cheers!

A bowl of Cherries

Hello again,

Today is September 11th, a day when we remember the worlds' desire to transition from a place of war to a place of peace. The autumn equniox is 11 days away and there are many many groups organzing events to heighten our inner awareness of peace and love. Today is a national day of prayer in the United States. This Saturday people from many countries around the globe will dance for peace, stopping to join in a universal prayer at 4pm Pacific Standard Time/12 midnight Greenwich Mean Time/7pm Eastern Time and to sing a universal ohm. The United Nations has marked Sep 21st as the international day of peace. On the equinox, many will begin the slow walk toward winter and inner contemplation. This is a powerful time for me and I am thrilled to share it with the rising conciousness of so many on the planet! It reminds me that my cock-eyed optimism in the face of a dualistic and confused world serves me quite well. For you, for me, there in enough. Enough love, nourishment, peace, and willpower to create a world of cooperation. In the depths of our grief, our cold days, the struggle of our human condition, we are lifted up as if on the wings of the phoenix. The Earth is born again. Join me in wonder at the love and peace streaming in from the heavens, up from below, and out of our very own hearts.

Much Happiness!



http://www.earthdance.org/2008/home.html

http://www.internationaldayofpeace.org/

http://www.wetheworld.org/

Conkers

Hello~
While it is still sunny and hot where most of you live, it is rainy and the cold winds are blowing here in Cambridge. On the first day of September autumn dutifully flounced into the region, diplaying her gorious colors and whispers. In the autumn here the skies become a deeper shade of indigo at night, the starts twinkle with more brillance, the rain begins to fall sideways, and the temperature drops by several degrees. As we are without a car these two years, we have had to outfit ourselves in both rain pants as well as rain coats and boots. It is very possible to bike around in this, and most of the English are not even wearing coats or hats yet... Our blessings continue. We were given a tandem bike attachment from a neighbor further down the street, and this has cut off the time it takes to get to school by 10 minutes, horray! We had a wonderful barbecque with Kevins lab on one of the last warm evenings. Nearly half of my required texts for school were at the Cambridge Library for me to borrow. And, I recieved a modest scholarship for my studies at Roehampton. We have been having fun with language, and I will take few lines to deliniate some of the funny differences. Raincoat=Mac Toilet=Lou Thank You=Cheers Brilliant=Good Plimsole=Sneaker Boots=Cleats Cooker=Oven Lunch=Dinner Courgette=Squash Squash=Koolaide Chestnut=Conker My kids school bags were full of conkers the other day, and no amount of reasoning on my part could convince them they were actually chestnuts. :) Peace and Love,

Gardens

Hello Dear Sisters and Brothers...
It has been three weeks now and we are beginning to feel a little settled. Much happiness for all of your encouraging emails! The children have been outfitted with bikes (Kevin and I are borrowing bikes until ours arrive from the states) and they are real champs, biking up to 4 miles a day around town. I understand how to order my groceries online and have them delivered to my house. We have enough furniture and dishes to manage for the first few months, and on Monday we meet the childrens teachers. Some peace can come into our lives now. Taking advantage of the space for this, I weeded the overgrown garden behind the house and found some beautiful treasures.
*There are red currant and gooseberry bushes ripe for the picking.* Some plantain has made a robust patch as has some lemon balm. There is a pink rosebush that was obscured by vines, and today a rose has blossomed for us. I rescued several wild pansies and put them together by the front door. In addition, our lovely neighbor divided her fuschia and I planted it at the back of the deck. We will put some daffodil bulbs and sweet pea seeds in over the weekend, and they will bloom in yellows and purples for us this spring...

I am reminded of how tough and prickly creating a space for growth can be, of how heartwarming it is to see the first bloosoms of that work, of how much hope the effort builds. This garden can be a great resource for me over these two years, as I dig, plant, weed, and re-arrange to create a space of beauty both within the land and within my heart.
Thanks for sharing my journey.

Children

Well,
There are several tantrums every day. We finally had the house professionally fumigated, and the fleas are gone. We have some furniture and a school assignment, so now there is emotional space to rest a bit. Aurora said earlier this week, I feel so sad and I don't know why. Our adult bed has not arrived from the states yet, and because of the fleas on the floor, we have been sleeping in the bunk beds with kids. This is actually good, they need to be close to us. I am going crazy being super patient wonder mom while I hold them through thier tantrums, listen to them process, and get them out to explore a little each day. Thier highlight has been a thrift shop around the corner which has tons of puzzles and books. We can get a puzzle for 50pence, and have done one almost every day. We also walked a mile to the big shopping center and bought thier school uniforms this Friday. All grown up in slacks and jumpers with fancy dress shoes! I love that the public schools require unforms here, it will allow the kids to focus on thier studies and on making friends. Thier particular school is partially funded by the church of England, and so it makes a big deal about its caring ethos and the safety and confidence of each child. This gives me some hope, as it really does take a village to raise a child, and I think thier school village will help them to adjust. If anyone would like to send them letters and cards, this would be great. Let me know and I will email you our address privatley.
Love, Blessings, and Thanks.
I really appreciate all the reiki! And so do those kids...

The North Sea

Hello,
We were so lucky for Kevins lab to take us to the north sea for a weekend shortly after arriving. The weather was beautiful, sunshine and cool breezes, and the kids and I even went swimming. The water is icy cold, the waves are about 18 inches high, and there are many many seals to swim with us. Silver and black seals, some stretched out and floated alongside me while I swam. Later we all got dressed in sweaters and coats and laid on top of the sand dunes, drinking beer and eating snacks, as Kevins lab is all German folks. They really do drink a heck of a lot of beer! We cuddled up in our tents at night under the full moon and then packed up amid a downpour Sunday morning. It really does rain some every day. It was so nice to get out of the city and feel the fresh breezes, to see the silvery north sea, to talk to the fishermen and camp among friends. If you want to look up where we were, it is Waxham Holiday Campground.
Love and Blessings,

Adjustments

Hello Dear Ones,
We made it, we are here, happy, healthy, and together. Our house is beautiful, original wood floors from the early 1870's but a modernized kitchen and bathroom, complete with stand up shower and washer/dryer. There are 4 fireplaces in our house, a stone arch entryway we share with two neighbors, and two sheds: one for firewood and tools and one for bicycles. The house had fleas from the previous tenents and we have treated it twice, hopefully they will be gone. The bus system is expensive and confusing, the city is bustling and loud. Luckily, we have a vegetable stand and a co-op right on our street corner. We are in Romsey Town, the neighborhood for many ethnic groups, and so we have halal grocers, chinese grocers, indian grocers, and many great restaurants. Kevin will start work part time this week and hopefully we will find good second hand furniture. So far we have a beautiful dining table with ornately carved legs, and I think we will find many treasures from the old world here. Sending my love....

On Our Way

Hello~
In the morning my family and I will be leaving for a fresh start and new discoveries. Tonight I am up until the sun rises and then some more. We have one CD left out and are listening to it over and over again. Aurora dances, Mathias snoozes on the floor, I cook for our long journey. We arrive Wed morning or Thurs morning depending on airline punctuality. We are carried by a wave of love and prosperity in this move that I am ever more grateful for. Every detail is falling into place right on time, including this blog. Many many heartfelt thanks for all of the love and generosity we have experienced in Durham!
Anon~