crooked creek alberta.
it's feels north. maybe cuz it is.
this land is truly filled with winter.
ice & snow & more ice & snow.
it seems the sun is afraid to show its happy face.
today I pack things into boxes & baskets.
maybe God will help us to get into our cabin soon enough.
we have 3 weeks left.
when I place items you lovely people gifted me with I think of u & miss u.
most often the sentiment rolls down my cheeks. but I smile through me tears. most of the time.
I wonder if fishburn misses me like I miss it?
today a song kept going through my head which I was thankful of.
It inspired me to write.
so I started this letter.
& now my human brain has forgotten the song.
so human.
I hope it comes back to be.
for it gave me a calm happy feel.
they told me don't stop writing.
it's good for your soul.
but I stopped.
i'm not sure why. maybe I don't have time.
maybe this life is drinking my inspiration before I can.
the snow is falling like icing sugar onto the already heavily sugared land. I like to stand at my huge picture window & watch it. my hands hugging a small cup of tea.
yazzie the pup frisks in the snow. throwing a frozen christmas orange I gave her high in the hair & catching it in her mouth. I love that dog. she fills a small gap of the empty of animals lifestyle I am living.
my dreams.
a herd of sheep. my herd can consist of only 2 tiny lambs & I will be happy.
a garden. i'm hungry for sweet carrots.
a fluffy white cat named foodi rada foodi the third.
to sit on burning sand. my toes burried deep. sweat dripping off my forehead. to breathe in summer. & live summer however I want. & later as the sun dances away from us, let's make food over a cracking driftwood fire. & watch as the stars tangle & twinkle with my feelings.
I want that.
& then the lights of my husbands truck & to eat together down by the river. his arms around me.
chickens. just 5 of them.
warm fresh brown eggs to drip yoke off my chin with salt & pepper.
gold finches at my kitchen window. reminding me of my mom I love her so much.
I am so happy here.
but here are the things I miss the most of fishburn.
horses. running. you know what I mean.
shasta. all the dogs. too many dogs.
cows. steam off thier backs.
my family. I love them. I miss them.
the creek. I want to walk along it. every rock chattering of my childhood.
(i'm crying now.)
the tack room. the smell of leather & horses.
i'll stop now for the list would never end.
crooked creek has welcomed me with open arms.
at least that's how I feel. it's people are friendly.
& I love them. I love it here.
I would love to here from you all.
my number is still the same. & I love texting.
hint.
hint.
goodbye for now.
I think my mountains are watching.
ask my mom.
xo. ginger.
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