Returning to the Source of the Pain
Why I Go Back Again and Again to Places That Hold Grief
The kids and I are in upstate New York this week, staying on a friend’s alpaca farm overlooking Seneca Lake.
It is a gift to be here, to be with friends of many years, to be surrounded by natural beauty and animals.
Part of me feels completely at home on farms.
On farms in general and on this farm in particular.
I have come here, with and without the kids, several times over the past four turbulent years of my life.
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