This weekend I learned that my Nana first learned to read in English, not her native tongue. In that sense, it was a doubly removed experience, compounding the distances it could take her. And there, waiting patiently at the bottom of my bag all this time, anticipating the reawakening of that dormant urge, the one book I've been carrying with me since Borders closed: The Solace of Open Spaces.
Learning to carry space within myself ,
Finding so much room for others .
