Forest Deer Queen

“Imagine water coming down a dry riverbed.

Imagine one thousand suns rising at the same time."

He drew a deer and it came to me. On Thursday, Sharime Kay arrived and her presence alone was healing. On Friday morning, we rose early to watch the sunrise and went to Magpie for coffee. Our times together yield no shortage of real conversation, laughter, and explorations; always a sort of fiery sense of something greater happening. Perhaps, one day, we will understand what or perhaps not. I've never quite met someone who accepts me so fully, the feral dog that I am. 

“All that we did was human,stupid, easily forgiven, Not quite right.”- Gary Snyder

After our bellies were full of coffee and fig scones, we headed east for a hike. We were out there for hours. We walked a bit. Sat. Sometimes we sat and cried. Sometimes we sat and pinned questions into the sky like an answer would fall. Sometimes we felt like they did. Nature felt strange and magical with my best friend. Healing.

On the trail, another phone call from the doctor, the neurologist. This time, she was calling from her cell phone on her way to a remote place where there was no internet all weekend. Earlier that week, we all bonded over wilderness and wildness so, it seemed fitting that she was calling me there to deliver the news. Somehow it always seems Sharime is brought to me when I feel I am getting the worst of it. 

“Imagine water coming down a dry riverbed.

Imagine one thousand suns rising at the same time."

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