My driftwood cross has finally find a home, she has been with me for more than 20 years and has wandered up and down the East Coast with me, going to the cabin where I wrote “Running To The Mountain,” to Bedlam Farm, where she ended up in a closet and now, to the new Bedlam Farm, where she graces the back porch. I fell in love with her in an art gallery in Provincetown, Mass. my family and I vacationed there for years before I moved upstate and my family fell apart. I love the feel and style of this cross, I am not a Christian, but I love the cross and always wear one around my neck. I don’t really know why, I have always loved the true Jesus, not the one angry people invoke and our politicians hide behind and exploit.

I worry that she will be too exposed to the elements out there, she is made out of driftwood salvaged from old sailing ships off the coast of Provincetown, Maria says she is under cover and protected from the elements, she will be all right. I’ll keep an eye on her, it is good to see her every day.