Deep See Diving

I don’t like bike riding. Well, that’s not totally true. I do like the feeling of the wind in my face and a sense of accomplishment. I don’t like going ten miles when I haven’t ridden for weeks–umm–months. And since we usually ride single file, I miss the communication, the closeness. Those are the things I like about walking. I also have decided I don’t like riding warp speed through life. My friend, Cassandra, is a climber. I like climbing. I like the view from the top. But what I really like is taking my time. Lately, I’ve been prone to wander. Off the path. To see. To see deep. To deep see dive. Seeking. Wondering at the mysterious and the marvelous. Finding joy in the sacred. And now, thanks to Claire Burge,...

Through the Time Tunnel

Monday, September 13, 2010 I enter a time tunnel and stand in front of Andersen Center, what used to be Andersen Hall. I’m surprised that it still stands. I’m overwhelmed. I look up and see my room. On the corner. With the bay windows. I must go inside. But my husband says we can’t. There are security locks on the door. I step forward to peek in the window. And the door swings open. And we are inside. There is a lady sitting on a bench.  She asks what department we are looking for. I start to cry. “She used to live here,” says my husband. “When she was a student nurse.” “Then you need to go that way,” says the lady. So we go that way, but we do not know where to go or what to do. We push open a door that has a mail slot in it...