The house, She welcomes me. I feel Her warm breath on me and I feel full of this free, crisp, cool air taking up all this space surrounds me and here, I am held by the tall trees and the sky looks down on me and Father tells truths I can hear through my open skin is on the green soft green blankets my bare feet have waited-- and silently kindly waited for this wild touch of home fills me and I am free.
I wrote this poem last week when I went to visit Virginia-- the place I grew up in. This is the area my family lives. I moved away ten years ago. An entire decade. I can't even wrap my head around all the life I've lived in that time. I have felt the pull to return ever since I left. But I couldn't. I wouldn't. I was not able. Until now. I finally am ready. Last week I went to spend a few days in the house I will move into. On the land that I will run wild and free on. It's tucked away in the Appalachian Mountains. It's private and expansive and holy. I am overcome with joy. I can't wait to share more as this new chapter and journey unfold for me. In the meantime, here's some pics from my time there. Blessed be. With all the love, Hunni B
