I'm a somewhat contrary woman who, in March of 2008, decided to leave corporate life behind and pursue a dream. The resulting misadventures are documented here, as I reinvent my life in France. On a side note, I write as I speak ... lots of run-on sentences, misapplied ellipses and unexpectedly plentiful parenthetical pauses. This is unlikely to change.
Is on a bridge above the clouds, is air born Is Marie Marvingt in a biplane, humming Gnome spitting oil Shuddering wires, the church spires Bleriot looking up, his felt hat black An ant, a speck of coal They take your bags and scan them You hire a car, this was the dream and now You've simply gone too far to be lost in self doubt There is only the impending, compelling, spinning propelling how The distance leaves a wispy trail, the turning of the wheel the Fata Morgana highway, cloudward on the Millau And therefore you must go on, therefore you must Embrace every moment, not like hired help checking coats Not like the mud-locked fisherman staring though unknowing, Envy-filled at a parade of powered boats, But eyes full of sky.