Memories In The Soil.

One hundred and thirteen years.

One hundred and eleven years.

We know you were terrified, brave, horrified, strong, resilient, panicked, and courageous, and we honor you this night of the year. Death is not failure. Your lives were you and you remain wonderful, somewhere out here in our atomic jigsaw of existence. I’m so sorry you experienced such horrors.

Deepest of peaceful rest to you.

“She began to do as she liked and to feel as she liked. She had resolved never to take another step backward.” - Kate Chopin, The Awakening (via the-book-diaries)

One hundred and eleven years.

We know you were terrified, brave, horrified, strong, resilient, panicked, and courageous, and we honor you this night of the year. Death is not failure. Your lives were you and you remain wonderful, somewhere out here in our atomic jigsaw of existence. I’m so sorry you experienced such horrors.

Deepest of peaceful rest to you.

Sky mountains.

(RMS, 11-5-2022.)

“You may’ve bought the gun,

But I made my own powder.”

(RMS, 8-8-21.)

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

Finally got to thank them for saving my life after twenty years.

Tent life.

Summer 2018, Nashville, TN.