2008 Migration Pattern
MY HUMBLE BEGINNINGS have been recited back to me on many occasions: how my mother sat in the bathroom and said to T and my dad, “I think I’m going to have another baby,” how they thought I was going to be a little brother, how they called me Bert, and how when I surprised them as a girl, they named me Anastasia after the midwife who delivered me. (You can read more about these beginnings here, or perhaps you just want to finish reading this post first.)
These are old stories and new ones, and some from pure imagination.
The beginning of this blog represents the beginning of new stories (or old stories told in new ways)—not only stories about my beginnings (although the beginning seems like an alright place to start), but also stories about what’s happening now (in my life and at large), and a few stories here and there of pure imagination.
For the last six months (even arguably the last five years), I’ve been wandering coasts and continents making nests for weeks or months—sometimes years. And now I’m finding myself at another junction. After living in Paris for 10 weeks, I’m going back home to the house where I was raised, to spend a little time with my mother and the landscape of my memories before I decide what’s (and where’s) next. Won’t you come along?
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Your North American sisters will be waiting for you, arms flung wide-open, when you return.
Well yes, I think I will.
Looking forward to seeing you both, Marion and E. I’ll be there to return the hug.
Anna,
It was Thomas Wolfe who wrote “You Can’t Go Home Again”
Anna- You can go home again, looking forward to hearing and reading about your journeys and experiences.
I have to say…being 23 and loaded with sisters, none from birth…you are one fine sister, and you have a place with me in Greensboro, though I’m confident it will be a longer journey to claim your rightful voice and the place where it will resound most pertinently. All truly transformative and valuable journeys begin in the dark, germinative stages, and, wise to this trend, I guess you will be taking your time to reconsider your beginnings, and when the time’s right, you’ll burp up something genuine and beautiful. I’m so proud of you and this and how creative and innovative you are in expressing your wisdom…I’m definitly staying tuned (to practically the exact rhythm playing in my own life…reconsidering…germinating…burping…expressing). You’ve got grace and class!
Anna, my dear friend since the moment of your birth up here in the north woods, and beautiful daughter of my soul sister,
With tears in my eyes reading your and Teva’s accounts of history, may I remind you that you truly are home. You have a tremendous heart that
Anna – I am hoping to see you real soon. I’ve been thinking alot about you lately and want to hear all about your time in Paris. I’m glad you’ll be home soon!
Love you!