Invandrare - in wanderer, Swedish word for "immigrant"

There may be a word in another language for what brought me to this place.... But I've never heard a word to express what I felt and what my body knew, which was that I had a need, an animal needed, to find a place I had never been but which was still, in some undeniable way, my home.

-Charlotte Wood, Stone Yard Devotional

This is my first attempt at a blog. Aka a web log. An online journal.

I'm emboldened by the thought that no one will read it anyway. And also by the loss, this year, of my parents, as well as the loss of any solid sense of home - my father to self-hastened death, my mother to severe dementia (do I live in America now? but 3 aces always counted in pinochle!), and the country of my birth to - well - you know.

So, a blog begins.

A re-visioning. An expansion of home.