Published on August 6, 2013
It wasn’t an accident. Believe me. I needed to come back here for awhile.
My feet have been aching for the caress of thick grass.
My fingertips forgot what storm clouds felt like.
And oh how I needed to suck on blueberries soaked in Limoncello and laugh so violently that it christened my Soul.
I needed this.
I needed to be reminded. To have old friends hook their arms tightly around my waist and whisper in my ear about the woman they used to know.
I had to hear the stories. See the facts for myself.
Read my history in tree rings.
So I could know….
That this is the path to resurrection. This is how the Maverick collects their tall tales.
This is how a Woman breaks free from the chains she wore like a bracelet.
This is how Pioneers for ages have tended the fire of their own existence.
This is how I claim my Sovereignty back.