Sitting by this tree of my words, I feel all the love. Lin taught me the concept of having your own words then looking for them in the wild. She made me each of these clay ornaments with the words I chose.
River, Write, Rise, Magic.
River is the word standing out to me today as I think of our hometown thousands of miles away and the mighty Columbia River running through. I have spent countless hours with dear friends looking out over our river counting children’s heads, number of days we had left to summer, number of days until spring would return, number of hours we had left before we had to scoop up sandy children and go get the groceries. I never counted the days until I would move away. I dreamed of what ifs and maybe some days, but never counted. That day came all at once.
60 days since I said goodbye to all that I love along the Columbia river.
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