A trip home. Time for just Mama and Babe. Opening to the inner voice. Listen.
A new public radio station in a part of the state previously parched for alternative information. This song played in one of those moments where I heard it differently than ever before. Fern and I hummed the lyric “I am the eye in the sky” over and over for days.
(Sweater: Target, Tank: vintage from Mom, Shorts: Target, Shoes: Thrifted, Earrings: Thrifted, Necklaces: Nicole. My medicine bag is quickly filling up, gifts granted from land.)
(A nod to Milla‘s shoe shots. It’s cuter when you’re a forest elf.)
We spent five days, sinking into the quiet, into earth, into each other, into truth. Fern was always asking, “What game do you want to play next?”. Sometimes the game was dollhouse or puzzles, sometimes it was collecting acorns or looking for bones. Sometimes you find a bone and sometimes you don’t. I thought a lot about transition and the quick rush to the end result inherent in the concept. So I reframed it as adventure. Open ended, and curious. Walks down in Vulture Flats found my eyes darting around, searching. Was I looking for affirmation from the land, like a shopping spree, like thrifting? No, I was looking for myself, looking for reflection. And found it everywhere.
That is, when I wasn’t feeling spooked by ghostly happenings and thin veils. I’ll save that story for later. In the meantime…
How’s your swap package coming along? I have received a few emails from folks who haven’t heard from their partners. If you did not receive an email from me, or have not heard from your partner, please contact me and double check your spam folder.
There was so much goodness in your comments on my last post. I love the deep wisdom each one of you offered. What say we all get together to change the world? Because it’s pretty obvious to me we could do it. At least, you all certainly change mine. Thank you.