Back in ol’ Central PA for a few days. Tonight, an old friend and her family had a tiny party at a campsite about 20 miles from my hometown, and I sat around and bullshitted with friends and acquaintances and it just felt so easy and my skin smells like smoke now, which might be the best part. I drove home on roads that wind through rolling farmland, the low mountains close, like sleeping gentle giants, lit up by stars and light pollution, and I wanted to make some grand gesture, like pulling over and lying down in a field or screaming at the top of my lungs, to tell the place that it’s so goddamn beautiful, but I just kept driving.
I am taking an herbalism class tomorrow called “Wise Womb,” which is about fertility charting/managing your period with herbs/herbal contraceptives, and I think a) it will be badass, and b) I may be jumping the Asheville shark between the title and the content, and while I would have laughed at myself a year or so ago, I’m very ok with this now.
Shaved my legs for the first time in probably a year, ate some sage, making rosemary tea. The eve of your 25th birthday is as good a time as any to take a little stab at renewal, I guess.