"For with thee is the fountain of life.
In thy light shall we see light." --Psalm 36
"Fountain of sorrow, fountain of life." --Jackson Browne
I am going through all kinds of changes these days. My kids are about ready to go back to school, two of them are, perhaps. I've been homeschooling them. We've moved to a new house in the middle of the little city where we have lived 20 years. I'm ready to become a member of my monthly meeting (a Quaker, in other words.) I've been attending this meeting for about seven years, but was Catholic before that. Menopause. I want to write. I want to write very badly. I feel like a crab wriggling out of my skeleton, or maybe it's already gone and I'm trying to sit here, naked, waiting for a bigger one to grow.