Being the Forest
A Feral Life
After my divorce in my late twenties from the Southern house where the curtains were always drawn, I lived outside in the wilderness more than I lived inside in rectangular encasements. A life of fresh air and rich soil made me dance, breathe and sing joy, kahoot-kaloy!
Sometimes I slept directly on the red rock canyons in Utah, the same color red as my hair. The sun heated the iron in…