Sleeping Cattails Between the Storms

 

I don’t know why I thought of this song while we were walking, maybe because of the numerous carrot and potato filled semis heading down the country road to meet HWY 160 and the fact that I know I’m home. Home — for me — is this beautiful world, this valley with its harsh climate and heart-breaking beauty. I still can’t believe I get to live here. Maybe the kisses I get are dog kisses, and maybe the hugs I get are from friends and Bear and trees and light and mountains in the distance, stars so bright they seem to blaze through my window at night. I don’t know. Love is what keeps your heart whole and, for me, it’s always been being outside, human, embraced by nature, beneath the sky. ❤

2 thoughts on “Sleeping Cattails Between the Storms

  1. The song I know well, the photographs, and your words all combined to express how I feel about where I live and my need to be out in it. This line especially resonated with me, “…this valley with its harsh climate and heart-breaking beauty.” I’m going snowshoeing later and those words will go with me.

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