Three days of driving, Ohio actually looks like postcards of Ivy League Campuses in the fall by the way, and I arrived in one piece. Mostly.
Settled in. Hiked a bit with a local friend on a clean up day, ate breakfast that was really good, and began the transition to writing mind.
Writing mind? I don't know how else to describe it. Something changes in my head when I take time like this to write and be with my own thoughts. Daydreams take hold. Ideas flow. I get really hungry for meat and potatoes (not kale).
Writing mind. Everything becomes a poem. Beauty and sensory becomes intensely present. I am here.
This place though? This is where my Acadie foremothers farmed. This is near where they were banished and exiled to the swamps. The memory of this is in my heartbeat. The heritage and bloodline of Evangeline, may her patience and loyalty and stubborn heartache sustain me.