Six years ago, divorced and stumbling through the process of creating a life worthy of my decision to leave my marriage, I drew constant comfort from the words of my favorite poem….
I stepped from plank to plank
So slow and cautiously;
The stars about my head I felt,
About my feet the sea.
I knew not but the next
Would be my final inch,–
This gave me that precarious gait
Some call experience.
— Emily Dickinson, 1864
I started this blog in February 2011 because someone dear to me thought I had something to say that others should hear. Let’s hope she’s right.
P.S. — I’ve changed the names of those who are innocent. Those who are guilty can bite me.