Today I took a walk in a place that I have been before. More than a year has passed, and the season lends the landscape almost entirely different, but like a face you have seen before, I came to the clearing of the beach with an immediate recognition. Perhaps it was a shared recognition; me remembering the place and the place remembering me. That thought brings me nearly to tears.

It is hard to admit to myself when I am operating in a limited mindset. You know the one. I am imagining life, art, and what I do in terms of what others are doing. And if they are doing more, I must not be able to do more too. Only so much to go around.

I had an especially hard time with this idea in relation to keeping bees this past year.

Upon the suggestion of my husband, who is far more in touch with all things technology and pop culture, I did a little research and decided to jump into the world of Substack. Looking for a new place to write, this felt like a perfect match. Simple, yet customizable, I could branch off in my very own open world of prose and informational essays.