This past weekend friends descended to celebrate the launch of my novel The Madonna Secret. My new home is a soft lap planted between fields of wild thyme and roses and willows and apple trees. A place for beings to come and nap. The deer do, in fact, sleep in the grasses behind my kitchen. They leave behind patches of pressed down vegetation and I’ve been thinking of these as dream valleys. The fields honor and hold the precise weight and geometry of those deer dreams. I’ve been calling this home a beauty bowl. Every sunrise and sunset fills the house with light so thickly golden I want to pour it in a bottle and stopper it, use it instead of honey to sweeten tea. As I expected, the house and land welcomed and amplified guests and festivity.
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