I watched Ava DuVernay’s documentary 13th… it was riveting, sick and it blew my mind…

Falling has more than one meaning. The leaves in Vermont are falling. This winter, someone will be falling on ice. Maybe I’ll be falling in love. I often feel I’m falling from grace. Time and time again, when I remember to breathe, to allow, to come back to peace - I fall back into myself.

Dowsing rods are best known for finding water underground, without digging. My college A&P (Anatomy & Physiology) teacher-turned-friend, Chris Elders had his land dowsed to find the underground water source now used to feed his home from a gravity-fed well. The well was dug. The search for water was not.

Home. I never intended to leave you. And now that I'm staying here, how could I do anything but (stay here)? And so, from pure longing came the brilliant thought that I will NOT rent my home again. I will instead find a HOUSE-MATE. A mate... to share my home... with ME. A house-mate who will live here solo much of the year (a roommate's dream) and me, who wil have my favorite home to come back to... anytime a low-cost plane-fare & school-break collide. A house-mate friend. Me, a happy Bratt.