Story Maps

In this intimate vast mountain
the landmarks are my family’s story 
A safe place
even in its wildness
even its ever-present perils are beloved 

Our feet know the way
so our spirits are free to go wandering
Gentle layers of noticing and knowing
Repeat          repeat          repeat 

Growing a map of connectivity and love 
time  space  imagination  happenings
deeper and richer
as we walk,      sleep,      walk again – 
Huddle against storm
or swim in some gurgling pool under a summer sun. 

We name the rivers 
We remember our adventures
We notice a diving karearea 
or smoky blue mountain orchid
Everything goes into the map

Wasn’t it right by Three Tarn River, that Easter,
that my boot fell to pieces and I had to cross four ridges in just a sock…
Peter met me with another pair of shoes… 
Walk,      sleep,      walk

Heading north, heading south, 
knit      purl      knit
for years
even generations
Weaving a family fabric of story and land.