“The water in our bodies knows what our eyes take time to process.” This hit home in so many ways for me. Helene has brought up difficult memories and I have so gratefully learned through your writing that it is finally ok to process in any form, shape or fashion. Thank you. 🖤
Kimberly, I write Matters of Kinship. I’m in Black Mountain. I used Notes to update folks in the beginning because service was iffy at best. I put an essay out last week. And I cross-posted the epic essay that Jason Anthony wrote. He included my words and Janisse Ray’s in “Unresolved.”
I totally get this assignment. It’s hard. Today i finally got the frig sanitized and put back together. I put my “go bag” away. A squall came through this afternoon. I pulled it out again.
I re-open my business next week. I know I am damn lucky. And I will be writing from Helene’s teachings for the rest of my life.💧💦
Hello neighbor, I'm so glad that you found me here. I had not seen Jason Anthony's essay until you pointed the way. Thank you. And I think it's interesting that of those 14 pieces, the same one stood out.
We were having Halloween festivities at the farm today when the storm blew through and everyone -- every kid, every adult -- became silent and watched the clouds come in. That we've gone a month to the day without rain reaks my brain, as so much of this does. We were lucky. We lost pasture fences and water and power for a week. I fired Spectrum as I guess most of the region will and reconnected with Starlink.
I went out for the first time last weekend and grabbed groceries at the Wal Mart in Travelers Rest and it was haunting watching the faces of people who had crossed the border to stock up on provisions.
My heart is holding yours up the mountain. All of our hearts are holding yours. I hate the reason that we're meeting, but I'm so glad to know you and excited to dive into your work.
Kimberly, thank you for your words. I am grateful that we found each other.
I agree, it’s poignant that you and Jason picked the same essay out of the 14. And Janisse was right…in just hours ~ people (near me but at creek level) were dying. Neighbors.
Today is the 27th. I thought I was fine. But the front of the hoodie I slept in is wet with the water from my eyes. It’s bizarre to be without rain except for yesterday’s squall. I hope the rain returns gently. The landslides are not up for more violence.
Be well my neighbor and new friend. We have work to do.💧💦🩵
Sitting in the lobby of my realtor's office when I moved up here in 2005, I was reading a 'coffee table book' about Greenville county. The full story of Chick Springs and how it was responsible for creating the railroad through Taylors, the closing, opening, and closing again, became known to me. Along with this, the story of the hospital for the wounded from both sides of the Civil War, made me understand why, from all the southern cities, I would feel comfortable living here. No battles, just healing. I say that because I have an empathic sensing of the battlegrounds and other negative experiences in the south (I shocked my father once when we were driving down from NY to FL, stopping at an Inn in Virginia that had a restaurant he liked and saying, something horrible happened in this house...to the slaves.. He wasn't really into my psychic and astrological interests so he thought he'd show me up by asking the waitress about this. Yes, she said, there was a fire in the slave kitchen and they all died). I'm not sure why pick these things up except one half of my lineage comes from three brothers who arrived in Jamestown colony in 1642, and came down through Virginia, branching out into GA, SC and Texas. I didn't know that until after I was living here, not far from some of my maternal paternal line ancestors and the road named after them. Of course, my ancestors fought for the south. I know ancestors live in our blood and bones and this may be why. I took quite an Interest in Chick Springs and went with my friend to see it, but there was no access. I hoped they would restore it. I was aware of the recent history on that endeavor and exited to know that there was a new plan afoot. What a lovely park they could create...a gem for Taylors. And so of course I was sorry to read about the destruction there. And I agree, restoration might not be the road they take. But I still hope they will go ahead and create a place of healing there. 'Lord knows' we need it.
Please keep sharing. Thank you. Hopefully many blessings keep coming
I appreciate you so very much! Thank you!🙏
“The water in our bodies knows what our eyes take time to process.” This hit home in so many ways for me. Helene has brought up difficult memories and I have so gratefully learned through your writing that it is finally ok to process in any form, shape or fashion. Thank you. 🖤
Kimberly, I write Matters of Kinship. I’m in Black Mountain. I used Notes to update folks in the beginning because service was iffy at best. I put an essay out last week. And I cross-posted the epic essay that Jason Anthony wrote. He included my words and Janisse Ray’s in “Unresolved.”
I totally get this assignment. It’s hard. Today i finally got the frig sanitized and put back together. I put my “go bag” away. A squall came through this afternoon. I pulled it out again.
I re-open my business next week. I know I am damn lucky. And I will be writing from Helene’s teachings for the rest of my life.💧💦
Hello neighbor, I'm so glad that you found me here. I had not seen Jason Anthony's essay until you pointed the way. Thank you. And I think it's interesting that of those 14 pieces, the same one stood out.
We were having Halloween festivities at the farm today when the storm blew through and everyone -- every kid, every adult -- became silent and watched the clouds come in. That we've gone a month to the day without rain reaks my brain, as so much of this does. We were lucky. We lost pasture fences and water and power for a week. I fired Spectrum as I guess most of the region will and reconnected with Starlink.
I went out for the first time last weekend and grabbed groceries at the Wal Mart in Travelers Rest and it was haunting watching the faces of people who had crossed the border to stock up on provisions.
My heart is holding yours up the mountain. All of our hearts are holding yours. I hate the reason that we're meeting, but I'm so glad to know you and excited to dive into your work.
Kimberly, thank you for your words. I am grateful that we found each other.
I agree, it’s poignant that you and Jason picked the same essay out of the 14. And Janisse was right…in just hours ~ people (near me but at creek level) were dying. Neighbors.
Today is the 27th. I thought I was fine. But the front of the hoodie I slept in is wet with the water from my eyes. It’s bizarre to be without rain except for yesterday’s squall. I hope the rain returns gently. The landslides are not up for more violence.
Be well my neighbor and new friend. We have work to do.💧💦🩵
Sitting in the lobby of my realtor's office when I moved up here in 2005, I was reading a 'coffee table book' about Greenville county. The full story of Chick Springs and how it was responsible for creating the railroad through Taylors, the closing, opening, and closing again, became known to me. Along with this, the story of the hospital for the wounded from both sides of the Civil War, made me understand why, from all the southern cities, I would feel comfortable living here. No battles, just healing. I say that because I have an empathic sensing of the battlegrounds and other negative experiences in the south (I shocked my father once when we were driving down from NY to FL, stopping at an Inn in Virginia that had a restaurant he liked and saying, something horrible happened in this house...to the slaves.. He wasn't really into my psychic and astrological interests so he thought he'd show me up by asking the waitress about this. Yes, she said, there was a fire in the slave kitchen and they all died). I'm not sure why pick these things up except one half of my lineage comes from three brothers who arrived in Jamestown colony in 1642, and came down through Virginia, branching out into GA, SC and Texas. I didn't know that until after I was living here, not far from some of my maternal paternal line ancestors and the road named after them. Of course, my ancestors fought for the south. I know ancestors live in our blood and bones and this may be why. I took quite an Interest in Chick Springs and went with my friend to see it, but there was no access. I hoped they would restore it. I was aware of the recent history on that endeavor and exited to know that there was a new plan afoot. What a lovely park they could create...a gem for Taylors. And so of course I was sorry to read about the destruction there. And I agree, restoration might not be the road they take. But I still hope they will go ahead and create a place of healing there. 'Lord knows' we need it.