Lola and I have been back from our trip to Texas for over a week now. I just can’t seem to sit down to write about it. It was amazing. Beautiful, emotional, grounding, just what I needed on so many levels.
We buried my uncle’s ashes on the family cemetery in a beautiful wooden box, made by his son and a friend. I caught up with cousins and felt the warm Texas sun on my shoulders. There were even sorely missed thunderstorms and the bluebonnets waved on the country roads as we made our way from Houston to Austin and back. Lola played in the Gulf of Mexico waters, splashing and running and laughing at the people who said “it’s too cold for such play!”
Yes, I needed a reminder of where I come from, where I am now, and what’s important and worthy of swirling and swishing in my brain. Truth is, I have been feeling incredibly low this winter… Getting away doesn’t really make the oppressive shit I bring upon myself any easier… but phew, I can breath again. Life is good, and damn I live in a beautiful place! And (drum roll) my little sister is moving here! I don’t know how long she’ll stay or wether or not she’ll love Alaska as I do, but it sure will be nice to have her. Knowing she is coming made leaving my family in Texas behind a little easier. And being away, wow, sure made me appreciate my own little family that I get to come home to.