This place has asked me to be here, and more present, than most other places. Maybe because it is new, or because of its nature. Because of the mountain… Or the volcano asleep beneath us.
There is medicine a plenty. But more often these plants are just my friends that I walk to visit with. I thought I was done letting go of old stories and structures, but it seems as if the newness and this land and my heart might still need to let go of more. And then who will I be? Anything. Anyone. Nothing. Everything.