name change

I've been thinking this blog may outlast my time in Argentina and if I was going to change names, the sooner the better.

I used to live at the top of a long, steep hill. Walking home with my bike late at night, I would reach the gate breathless. In the summer a jumble of roses, clematis and honeysuckle filled the air. Through the gate into the garden, I would take off my shoes and stand on the sloping grass, dew drenched. Breathing out the day and in the night, I stretched my arms to the stars, my head and heart also. And gave thanks.