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.

4 thoughts on “Story Maps”

  1. One of the strands of your story – blown far away by the wind leaving trails in new places hoping that you will one day add them to your story too. Soon returning to walk sleep walk, repeat repeat.

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