Roaming the Northeast this past month…

I took nothing for granted. 

The land where I grew up and her surrounds

Bare feet on wet earth

Humid air

Crackling ThunderstormsConnections made forever

Friends new and old.  

Souls who are there for you, present in the moment.

Dipping in shallow rivers 

Swimming in deep lakes

Immersed in the History of it all, our ancestors homes, with worn shingles and peeling paint. And the land, carefully tended by the natives who cherished the abundance of the earth. 

It was all they knew and then in a flash up went the concrete, steel and glass. 

How we have forgotten how to be grateful.

Myths and legends traded for cell phones with useless selfies.

I remember Alex’s kiss, I didn’t want to let him go. 

Saltwater

Soft sand 

Wooden boardwalks

Backed up Traffic on 95 

Exploring forgotten coastal routes, 

Beaches covered in iridescent shells.

Driving at sunset over the Kingston bridge, the Hudson River below with it’s hematite glow

Somewhere up there was his cabin, where I could have made love to him for days

My body more open in this climate, limber and free.

Sitting in friends backyards catching up

Wondering where the time has gone, just like that, parents become grandparents and children morph into adults

Reminiscing with cherished ones from our San Francisco Days

Seems like lifetimes ago

Their children are now old enough to drive, off to college and fighting for abortion rights

Time does not stand still

This we know.

Finidng myself under the canopy of a a sprawling Oak 

Noticing how different the East Coast Oak is from the West Coast oak

And remembering our kiss again and again.

Filled with butterflies.

The damselfly landed on my leg, curious about the salt on my skin

I didn’t want to leave his embrace. Sacred.

Golden memories like the sun reflecting on the mylar sails at sunset….drifting through the sea in a haze