The Shape of Blue: Notes on Loss Language Motherhood & Fear

Ive tried to etch together a blueprint a map to navigate loss and motherhood a pamphlet for survival but the truth is: theres no such thing. That would be too predictable. When I was small I used to spin the globe with my finger pressed into one spot with my eyes closed and when it stopped I was supposed to read the place where my finger had pressed and that would be the place I lived as an adult. Most of the time I ended up in the middle of the ocean--vast blue space. Theres so much that cant be explained. But the beauty is before the discovery the moments spent wandering exploring getting lost. This is the wild. -from Room to Roam p. 103