I am now a professional. I have an Airbnb short list of North Carolinian cheapo runaway spots (ask me if you want access to this treasure trove!) and at last, broke away from my wall of invented panic to exist. So I spent 24 hours away. Driving down windy country roads, listening to Stevie Wonder, sitting at the bar of an old-timey soda shop, walking through artist displays at a fair, enjoying the silence as it settled around me and I remembered: existing is enough to be loved.
I couldn’t get the organ to operate, but it did add a touch of whimsy. As if there wasn’t enough already.
Have you ever seen anything so perfect?
Two favorite childhood heroines reminding me of grace and what it is like to live outside of fear.
A little bird friend persistently kept me company.
It’s like my AirBnB host knew.
Strange graffiti from the town’s high school grads provided atypical backdrop for an arts fair.
What I love most about rivers is you can’t step in the same river twice…
Escaping is important as long as it helps me to return with more of myself.