I made up the word bilocalalia (why not?) to describe talking about living in two spaces and exploring new and unexpected horizons. I’m hoping to begin a dialogue about changes and what they teach us.
My three categories of posts are poetry, personal essays, and short fiction. I have two goals for the short fiction category. One is to provide a resource for advanced English-language learners. Each story contains some idioms or expressions with links to explanations. My other short fiction is inspired by the Wharton Films project, which is restoring a set of documentary home movies from the late 1920s. The characters and stories I create are intended to reflect the Great Depression in rural Virginia. My major themes in all my work are transition and finding purpose.
In spring 2020, when I returned with my husband to our home outside of Kilmarnock, I began creating some mini-retreats for women in transition looking for creative outlets. Empty-nesters, retirees, new residents and soul-searchers will all find a welcome at A-Ibañez Retreat Center for the Arts.
....Bilocalalia.... 
I wrote a poem about a relationship in my life that had changed, and my desire to see it repaired. Since it remains damaged, I had to transition from worry and care, to let go and hope. I’m not sure if it fits in the context you described, but here it is nonetheless.
https://thismademesmiletoday.wordpress.com/2017/07/20/bridges/
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I took a photograph down in Arizona that is nearly identical to yours. I guess great minds think alike 😀
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I’d like to see it!
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Stunning blog! I look forward to reading more. And thanks for following mine.
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Looking forward to your future blog posts as I live in Arizona too
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It’s a great place to live!
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Thanks for following me. Here’s a poem a wrote a few years back when there was terrible flooding in England and the constant sound of running of water down the roads…it took me back to my childhood and skiing trips in Europe…when the snow having melted ran down the sides of the roads making music to my ears…because I was so happy in the mountains.
I love the sound of running water
trickling down a gentle stream
The melting snow that runs away
alike a waking dream
A thought, a memory of distant past
A rising spring with sunbeam dew
Sends shivers down a prickling back
and warms the heart anew
I love the gentle jingle tune
that drips and trips and chimes
the catchphrase ditty song it sings,
which does and doesn’t rhyme,
The flooding earth that panics so,
but satisfies the arid land
It fills the rivers full to brim
With instruments of god’s fair hand
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It is a noble endeavor to preserve history. Godspeed.
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Thank you for your kind words.
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Thanks for following!
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