The long remembering

 “We need to haunt the house of history and listen anew to the ancestors’ wisdom.” Maya Angelou Last week I was walking on Dartmoor when I stumbled upon The Mariners Way. The Mariners Way is said to be the track which sailors walked from Bideford in the north to Dartmouth in the south. As I…

The undivided self

I have a memory of how it started. I was visiting my Dad in New York and my big sister had taken me and a friend to the fairground. I was thirteen years old. It was summer. I was dressed in shorts and t-shirt. When our turn came for the Ferris wheel my friend and I…