Alabama: Rest in the Postcard Cabin

I’ve had a cold and it got worse and worse after overstimulating myself with all the sights and happenings and people of Dahlonega and the hike at Amicalola… it was charming and lovely, but my body signaled a great need for rest.

We were already heading direction New Orleans when a hurricane warning stopped us in our tracks, Mother Nature so beautifully agreeing that it was time to pause, to slow down, and so we decided we’d wait a few days before continuing southwest to see how things develop.

I took a cabin in the Alabama woods. I read a few books, cancelled my online classes and recharged. I read poems aloud and I cried and I wrote so much in my journal, I sang a bit and I thought about things that were hard to think about. I kept the process of healing going.

This journey is beautiful, but it also hurts sometimes to grow. I am grateful and I am humble, stepping one foot in front of the other each day.

❤️Baca lagi