Two days without writing a word or putting my clothes away or cleaning the kitchen or breathing enough to register the shifts and changes that took place over the weekend while I was at the music festival and the girls left one by one. But, here I am now this Monday morning alone in the schoolhouse without a schedule until I pick up John in Bozeman on Friday night. Tesha and Sara Ann in the schoolhouse… they cooked and cleaned up…. a dinner of pickles, cookies, a pie. Fresh out of college, they might still look at me as a teacher figure or a superfluous adult, but there have been good conversations about birds and bones and making. Mostly they focused on their bubbling new relationship, which seems to be all tied up with their work. So I continued my own solitary inquiry…time and place and shifting light. Even though I will miss them, I am ready to be truly alone in this place and with my work.
