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Jillian Barnet's avatar

No wonder you can talk to the whales and see inside the walls of old houses—you bring that nurturing, song-filled energy to everything. It lives through you now. How fortunate you are to have had such a family and such a childhood!

I was hiking with a friend the other day who recounted how her elderly mother, in her mid-seventies, scaled a cliff the locals have now named after her. To have had such a mother! I see clearly how that woman shaped my friend into the strong force she is now, in her own old age. I've been thinking a lot about this lately: who might I have been, given a different mother?

Thank you for sharing your family with us!

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Thalia Toha's avatar

Rebecca- I love the way you ended this piece: “What I remember is the way singing together solved everything. I remember how beautiful those voices were, how happy I was when we sat together in that old room, in that house that was built when witches lived in the woods, will o’ wisps appeared by the dunes, and wolves roamed the island howling their one true note, calling to each other again and again, over and over, until wild joy became the night sky.” Something about the series of sentences you strung together really made sense. I appreciate this.

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