This isn’t the first time I’ve had to shelter in place.
The world seems off-balance this year, but the deep part of me has found the old tracks through the forest, hidden due to years of absence, but still there.
During the work week I can muffle the echoes of the past, stay busy in my virtual office, stay connected with the present.
But on my days off, I’m reliving something I haven’t experienced in the seven years since I left my life as a stay-at-home daughter. . . .
Read MoreLay down the wounds like canyons, like caverns in your ocean heart. Cuts in the deep where the water runs coldest. Let the currents of salt fill every crack. Let go of the empty.
You are a world formed in rock and volcano and hurricane. You are the undersea mountains, hidden in the dark. You are the valleys in the hills at the bottom of the earth. . . .
Read MoreRemember the scrawl of initials on aspens, bark thin and scarred. The flutter of heart-shaped leaves, butter yellow, glowing in the sun.
Remember the shuffle of damp pine needles underfoot, the sifting of thoughts that fall on forest silence.
Remember the want of solitude, threaded to the want of freedom. . . .
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