Old Journal Entry: Cow Head, NL, June 2001August 4, 2011
Lace curtains hung in a window overlooking the ocean-this is something in my bones,something passed down and through the air. The air here is fresh enough for the echoes to vibrate. I am my grandmother’s grandmother’s mother tonight,with a knowledge of tide and a heartful of salt. These things pull me to the water in every town, every community and I connect to history even in the simple act of washing my hands.