“She did not need much, wanted very little. A kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water, a garden, kisses, books to read, sheltering arms, a cozy bed, and to love and be loved in return.”
-Starra Neely Blade
The past week has been absolutely draining. After leaving Virginia, I headed to the mountains of North Carolina on my big avoid-the-hurricane tour. Heading for these hills was completely frustrating for a couple of reasons: I wanted to be on the coast as planned - and was holding onto that plan pretty tightly as I hit the road alone for several days - and I was going to have to drive through an area I'd sworn never to return to after having a really negative personal experience there.
I was lucky to be invited into the home of a fellow graduate of College of the Atlantic. Berkeley was actually headed to a festival to sell her amazing batik clothing, but invited me to stay and recharge in her home while she was away. The generosity and trust of people I've met is incredible to me. Maybe I'm feeling wobbly from being on the move so much, finding my way, searching for that ever-elusive rhythm, but it just feels like this huge gift, every single time.
Berkeley's cabin is nestled on the side of a mountain at the end of a long, winding set of roads, far from the beaten path. It was the perfect place to recuperate from the total lack of sleep at Dixie Caverns.
The best part? Two dogs and two kittens. I was in heaven while hanging out with these guys!
After hours and hours of sleep (and it rained, so I was doubly glad to be inside), I had breakfast and headed back down the road.