Black Raspberries by the River banks carried across the currants in that old red dress.
The smell of #SweetGrass
wafting from patches we will never find.
humming along in chorus insanity to others, the sound of#home
Water raging drowning out the outside world of chaos & constant phone notifications.
Son reeling in an 18 inch #RainbowTrout
for the fry pan tonight with eyes full of excitement every single time.
Skipping rocks against the flow waiting to see who's will make it to the other raging side.
Painting huge old rocks with over ripe berry juice, #symbols
pulled from the depths of our mind. Wondering on what the #missionaries
who often #hike
here will think.
Filling bag after bag with sticky pitch while the heat has the trees freely giving to #heal
not just her wounds but ours.
Blush pink catches the eye against a sea of #coniferous
green, eating an irresponsible amount of #wildplums
in the #summerheat
Vulgar jokes and echoing#laughter
as we try to escape the asshole wasps who won't let us eat our pack smashed sandwiches in peace.
Fields of towering #Mullein
& childhood memories shared of the fear mutated #wheatfiled
picked amongst the swaying #poplars
is when #winters #medicines
are to be made. Story of the ant & grasshopper fondly recalled.
This is how I heal self, this is how I make medicine, this is how I #pray
This is how I fall out of an #overworked
body, an #overwhelmed
mind into a heart so #grateful
that with every beat she says let's give more! more! more!
These are the things I want to share with you,this is how I keep going, these are the things I want you to remember with me.
But let's head home now as the sun is setting, the mosquitos are biting, our hearts are all filled up but our stomachs need more than berries & dinner still needs cooking!