into the trees

April 10th, 2009

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I spent my summers lying in the high grass, packing down little circles like a deer, finding tiny spots in the sun, wishing to the earth & sky that whatever put me here would take me home. Curled under the roots of trees where the creek carved out a space for me, toes digging into the thick moss, strange to imagine how small I was. Belly down in the grass with my head turned to one side, blades of grass were huge forests and ants were dinosaurs. Walking through the forest as quietly as I possibly could; a game, or maybe just remembering. I’d climb to the top of pines and park myself in the branches, comfortable for hours and nose in a book. I’d always take a hunk of bread and cheese, and that reality was so much more to me than anything else, I never wanted to go inside or leave my world of books.dsc_0243

This summer, pick up one of these books, relive those clean clear days, words that shaped us as teenage girls with fists against the world and our hearts held in our hands. If I ever have a girl (hopefully!) I’ll pull her aside one day and hand her stacks and stacks – These are your textbooks. Use them well.

season of the witch
we have always lived in this castle
pilgrim at tinker creek
dangerous angels
recollections of my life as a woman
be here now
emily of new moon
the wisdom of insecurity
i capture the castle
zami
franny & zooey
big sur
tripmaster monkey
girl of the limberlost

Oh, so many more, I can’t even think & my regular book collection is in Vermont stashed away until they can move into the cabin. I will add more as they come to me!

What were the words that shaped you?

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