I live in northwest Montana where pine is the predominant tree, where rivers are clean and full of healthy fishes.
You won’t find sand here.
So, I drew my line into the gravel and dirt. I marked it across the river trail my dog and I walk almost every day. I used a stick covered in bark, moss, and a bit of dog slobber.
The line separates the beginning of this blog, which became a place of healing the loss and heartbreak of losing my dad, from the next phase, which will hopefully be A Readable Feast.
Last month I celebrated my birthday, and although I’m not Jewish, last week we celebrated Rosh Hashanah. A time for new beginnings, fresh starts, and re-creation.
I haven’t come up with a set of rules or definition for the next phase of this blog. For now, I’ll sprinkle it with random thoughts from the river trail.
I’m a Writer working on an action-adventure novel. I spend many hours and days alone in my writing room. I come here, to this blog, to share and connect. Feel free to comment, disagree, share.
I’m committed to submitting at least two pieces a week. I assume a theme will emerge after a while. The theme may end up simply being ME. I started A Readable Feast as a place to share recipes and advice with my daughters, but I tend to write those words in private, so this will most likely be a journey of personal re-creation.
My sister gave me a coffee mug for my birthday that reads: Life isn’t about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself. Unknown
I love that. I love the mug. I love it that my big sister gave it to me.
My grandmother’s sister, Lila will be 102 in November. If I get to live that long, I am exactly half-way there. So here’s to creating the Jana I will be for the next half of my life.
Talk with you soon. JK