Deep time – My place in the lineage that came before, and the descendants who will come after
I have this nagging sense of uneasiness, no matter what I’m doing. It follows me around like a cat I forgot to feed. Meowing, swirling around my legs, reminding me it’s still there and still hungry and still hasn’t been fed. What needs feeding? What need am I ignoring in myself and refusing to nourish? Everybody wants something from me. What do I need from myself? How do I navigate this life I have created, Read More
The Blue Ridge mountains. Dudley mountain. Slate hill. Hickory Hill. Charlottesville. Scottsville. My generations have a long history here. The Rivanna River, a mineral smell of mud and dirt and roots, a cool breeze. Sparkles on the water, sparkles on the rocks. Sitting on the roots of a Sycamore tree. Chris Green, Lake Reynovia. Sand and sun, gentle waves lapping my feet. Swim to the dock, dive back in and swim to the buoy rope, Read More
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