a week spent away in the land of summer. allowance for the body to just be, without bracing against the cold, without cringing. to be em-bodied, in body, on the body of the earth. at whiskeytown lake i lay down after lunch and felt my bones sinking, the land reaching up to cradle my tired flesh, and i slept, the kind of sleep only given to the truly relaxed. i thought of my papa, and how he always brought a pillow to a picnic. as i let the gates swing open in the safety of lapping waves, i was given those parts of myself always locked away against the noise of the traffic and the speed, the rushing, the reverberation of life against concrete. dreams drifted and i listened to the quiet song murmured by the invisible voices of nature, while torn webs were mended, weaving and stitching a hammock to swing in, netted filaments of light that make life an easier sky to fall through.
i will share a lot of photos this week. for outdoor challenge monday (tuesday?) i offer these pictures from the lake, where the entire beach is a choking hazard. fern ate a pebble. that’ll just pass through, right?