Two years may seem a strange amount of time to pass before writing a “final” blog about life on SV Maggie May. But it has taken me this long to begin to emerge from the tunnel I entered when we docked on the Chesapeake Bay in late June 2023. When we stepped off the boat and moved back into our house, and into lives that seemed no longer our own.
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Imaginal Cells and the Gilded Sack
Outside the jade chrysalis, utter stillness. Inside, there was a riot of pain and self harm. The caterpillar devouring itself. At this stage the creature—or creatures more aptly—are a biological bridge between the caterpillar and butterfly. They are goop in a gilded sack, largely made up of what’s known as imaginal cells.
The Longest Night
At 2:00 am I look up from my book to see Bill sleeping deeply, his sleeping bag gripped tightly around him against the cold. The dim blue light cast by a night vision night light pulls his face out of utter darkness. He’s just a face and a cocoon of maroon puffs of sleeping bag.Continue reading “The Longest Night”
KRISTA SCHLYER 