I am so very lost in the 1960s and 1970s right now. It isn’t just the Paul McCartney concert. It’s the writing I’m doing. Though this is a novel that has nothing to do with my own real life, it couldn’t exist without the decades I lived through and the music I listened to and the people I knew.
Anyway, I think that wee mushroom is my oldest surviving incense burner from my teens. I still use it occasionally, and when I do, they are all back with me, all the friends, all the lost ones, all the loves.
I am grateful for every amazing experience, even the ones that broke my heart. Heartbreaks fuel creativity. Hearts mend and become stronger.
Today, Tom and I have been married 31 years. That blows my mind.