First posted on April 9, 2014
The title of this blog refers to the land and sky that first shaped me so long ago. For the last 40 years or so, my world has also been shaped by the Atlantic Ocean, Narragansett Bay and Long Island Sound. It’s been almost a year since I’ve written anything for this blog, but tonight I’ve been reading the posts that date back almost 15 years. I remember writing almost every one of them. So, I’ve come back to shake its bones alive again. I found this poem that refers to the blog’s title, and I thought I’d start here. Eight years ago — such a very different life.
Light sparkled off the Atlantic
on a flight to Atlanta.
Attendants smiled. Coffee was hot.
Toddler in next seat watched a video
for two hours. Plane was on time.
On to next gate. Next connection.
Found a vacant chair between
other vacant chairs and read a book.
Then CNN reported twenty teens
stabbed by classmate in Pennsylvania
this morning. All the while,
light sparkled off the Atlantic.
Between Land and Sky 
We have forgotten but those people will live with it forever. And it goes on still.
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So true. Thanks for stopping by. Hope you and your family are doing well!
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wow… what a memory of a time so different than now, flying. I wonder how we will look back on this time when it has changed as I hope it will change… if it changes… So wonderful to have the moments to look at the sun sparkling off the water, even now, interludes of peace amidst the chaos. Thanks for writing!
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Thanks, Kathleen. I remember how everything felt so easy and perfect on that flight, and then to land and hear that horrifying news while flying so placidly above the earth almost felt surreal. Hope all is well!
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