I took this photo many years ago in Mount Rainier, MD.
Dolls randomly piled into the front of the storefront window of the junk shop. For me they speak of a collective sadness, unconsciousness, waiting.
For myself, it was a great time of transition, of suffering, of sadness. I was living in my own home, yet with a mind and heart of a displaced person, a refugee within my own country.
There were many fits and starts in becoming who I am now, awards and recognition for my photography, poetry began to flow from my hand, I changed from one spiritual tradition to Tibetan Buddhism, more and more my friends identified as spiritual seekers.
The spaceship was on the launch pad and all the connecting hoses were streaming fuel into the tanks, and I was sitting and watching and dreaming of getting on board, knowing little of what was to follow.
I began spending more and more time away from my home and began living life as a truer refugee; away from those I had known and in the company of new friends.
On the final day, I jumped into the oldest of our two family cars and began driving to faraway Maine with just what I could pack in
and left everything behind except my responsibilities to my family.