i dreamt about my grandmother last night. she showed up at the halloween "evening with the Other Side" laura and i went to, facilitated by our friend jess steinman. she said... thank you. in my dream, she seemed pleased i'd taken the kitchen cupboard. it's important you take all these things, nanny dear, she said. but what she wanted to give me weren't things, exactly... they were piles and piles of paper, old yellowing sheaves covered in slanted writing. i think they were stories.
something about this year feels different.
yesterday, the renovations were finished. joe and mike drove away, four months to the day they first arrived. yesterday, i cleaned my writing room as if in preparation for the most honored guests. the space feels fresher, lighter, spare and clean as the freshly bare branches of the birches outside my window.
today i begin NaNoWriMo. to others on the journey, i say, strength to your sword arms, sisters ;).
and furthermore, the war must end. blessed be.