THE GIRL IN
THE GREEN HAMMOCK

I didn't know I was forgetting- until a green hammock reminded me. This reflection traces longing, compromise, and the quiet return to self. I no longer need a red hammock, or someone else's adventure. I do need trees, rivers, stars, and the quiet magic of home life. And I need the version of me who knows how to be still ~ I've always loved the quiet magic of homelife- the sanctuary of ordinary. But sometimes that doesn't feel like enough. Sometimes, I need my jaw to drop.