My mother's cat, Honda. Early morning, Outside my bedroom window. Sitting on the fence post, Watching the sunrise.  

  Roots run deep,  From one home to the next, Connecting earth, sun and sea. Drinking in the taste that nourishes the seedling, bud and blossom. Roots like arms, wrap around the invisible heart. Homeland.  

  This is my youngest nephew, about seven or so years ago. I love this image, it is as if time stood still. It could be a photo taken fifty years ago. Past, present, future may it be as it…

                Twenty two hours door to door. Surreal eleven hours on a plane. Suitcase packed.  Few hours sleep before I leave. Mixed emotion: Happiness! Joy! Cannot wait to see everyone! Sad to say…

    As I sat at the salon having my hair dyed, I turned on my phone to Instagram. Chelsea had posted some photos of her jaunt to Cox's Bazar. Since I had no idea where Cox's Bazar was I…