I can smell the cedar already

We all have places that form us. Places that run in our blood even when we're not there, that call us back more often than we can answer.

I am going to sleep on my favorite forest floor.

I will remember a thousand things at a time.
... place my hands on the tree we used to jump over (that is now as tall as a house)
... eat wintergreen berries.
..... probably more than once, panic at the presence of a spider on my jeans.


I'll look for remnants of the faerie houses we built..


I am more unique, more resiliant, more imaginative, because of this place and the days spent there.

It's where I leaned the forest is safe. It's where I learned that your heart stretches to hold love and pain. It's where I learned that not everyone reacts to poison ivy.

We were Queens wearing perfumed cedar, picked from the tree and crushed between the wrists. We were Amazon Women.