“mine was a childhood spent in trees. ripped jeans and sappy skin that smelled of pine. i wonder where it went to, when it left me with this grown up body not so able yet quicker to bruise.
today i went searching for childhood; setting out with intention for this most perfect climbing tree. i parked my car, pocketed my keys and invited all versions of me along for the fun. we scattered at the base of this great tree.
all together in one place, being exactly who i am supposed to be.
mother, writer, photographer, woman, sister.
and for this day, we blended beautifully… feeling lighter and more complete. almost like a kid again.”
from meredith winn