July 24th, 2013 · 0 comments

a sad little morning, an empty, lonely little house. missing already the huge sound of my father’s laughter filling these rooms with Life. it has been so so nourishing having family here; i cannot remember the last time that i felt so safe, and so loved.

(a week of wild nature and reconnecting with my family’s cherokee/wild west heritage. learning that i have viking blood and “the littlest asian feet.” (?) a week nourished by rivers and rainforests, and high laughter through these rooms. my father’s arms. my father’s love.)

i am, hands down,
the most solitary of girls,
every little wolf needs her pack


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