Whenever I find myself in a place of feeling stuck or trying to make a decision, I go back to my roots. This city girl at heart reverts back to the small town upbringing. I long for the still. The quiet. The slower pace. Suddenly I am drawn back to the familiar. Nature calls to me. It whispers “it’s been awhile.” So I go where I’m surrounded by forest. I close my eyes and listen to the familiar sound of the wind running through the trees. I wander in libraries. Book stores. Basically anywhere I can catch a whiff of that old book smell. Which was the scent of my childhood. I’ll look at old pictures. I’ll remember the pain behind those posed smiles. I’ll eat skittles. I’ll strategically save my favorite color’s for last. I’ll go to a park, find a swing and pretend that my feet can touch the sky. Just like I used to.
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It’s in the familiar spaces that I remember. I remember what that little girl used to dream of. I remember the way she stared at that crescent shaped moon and would say it was Gods fingernail. Proof that He had my chaotic world in His hands. I remember listening to the sound of the rain on the roof and thinking that God’s tears sounded heavy so surely He knew my pain. I remember reading books and dreaming of the ones I would write. The ones I would read to my future children. I imagined pushing those children on swings until their feet touched the sky. Just like mine used to.
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And tonight, while I surround myself with familiar songs. Scriptures. Journals. Old pictures. I’m starting to remember. I remember why I am here. I recall what I set out to do for my life. My God. My Family. And it brings me peace. Because I know it’s in this place where the fog will lift. The clouds will part. And I’ll know my next move. My feet will touch the sky again. Just like they used to.
☀️❄️💦✨Caught in the act & not on my head😆
📍Ancestral lands of the Twana / SqWuqWu'b3sh (Skokomish) Nation, "People of the River"
[image description: moss n snow covered maple by the creek with a large clump of falling snow captured from the towering fir trees above right as it hit]
What an adventure! To be stuck in the snow for 72 hours with no food, no water, and no toilet paper 😣.
I joke, I joke, I kid, I kid. I was stranded tho! Luckily I packed 2 slices of wheat bread, 2 bananas and a handful of almonds. All to take these beautiful photos for you 🖤.
There's much more to this legendary experience. Make sure to check my story to fill in the blanks 😘. .
You ever been stranded?