Refuge
I am reading Refuge by Terry Tempest Williams. Utah's geography is pulling me. Williams pulls in just enough Mormon culture and Utah politics, while keeping the story tied to her family and the land. My feet yearn to burrow into the ground, rooting me in the earth. Last night I came across the following passage. I remembered that I want my body in touch with all nature - water and sky in addition to land.
Today, I feel stronger, learning to live within the natural cycles of a day and to not expect so much from myself. As women, we hold the moon in our bellies. It is too much to ask to operate on full-moon energy three hundred and sixty-five days a year. I am in a crescent phase. And the energy we expend emotionally belongs to the hidden side of the moon.
In three weeks I will start my drive up to Boise. Most of my family will be in town for part of August. I'm hoping for summer storms, green grass to lie in, and the majestic pines in Palisades.
Today, I feel stronger, learning to live within the natural cycles of a day and to not expect so much from myself. As women, we hold the moon in our bellies. It is too much to ask to operate on full-moon energy three hundred and sixty-five days a year. I am in a crescent phase. And the energy we expend emotionally belongs to the hidden side of the moon.
In three weeks I will start my drive up to Boise. Most of my family will be in town for part of August. I'm hoping for summer storms, green grass to lie in, and the majestic pines in Palisades.