CREATIVE JOURNEYWOMAN

"May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most dazzling view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds." – Edward Abbey

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A man in plain clothes got out of a similarly plain-looking car, and asked for me by name. I said yes, I was Jacqlyn Thorne. He handed me two pieces of paper stapled together and said I was being served. The breeze almost blew the papers out of my hands as I stared at them. They had spelled my name wrong, I thought. That was what I noticed…

red peony

The inner workings of the peony flower remind me of the ocean floor. I have snorkeled along reefs and seen the bright, silent landscape of that other world. Strange to find on land something so akin to the exotic coral or billowy anemones living deep underwater…