Daily observations at or near Two Dot Spot, written by hand on the backs of postcards that record with ink and coffee a few minutes of the earth's orbit around the sun. The cards are physically mailed from Two Dot, Montana to those who have requested them...local to local. Ruth Marie Tomlinson
The marker of sixty years in this realm began at 3:30 today. It feels like a crossing, but I can’t really grasp what has been crossed. I now understand what my mother said to me with some dismay in her older years … “But I still feel eighteen inside.” As we slip into old age, are we brought back to the time of our crossing into adulthood? It certainly was a time of contemplation and bewilderment, as is this.