Until we meet again dear land. Thank you for all of your love and re-connection. For my Father: "..... So was I once myself a swinger of birches. And so I dream of going back to be. It's when I'm weary of considerations, and life is too much like a path less wood Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs Broken across it, and one eye is weeping From a twig's having lashed across it open. I'd like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over. May no fate willfully misunderstand me And half grant what I wish and snatch me away Not to return. Earth's the right place for love: I don't know where it's likely to go better. I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree, And climb black branches up snow-white trunk Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more, but dipped it's top and set me down again. That would be good both going and coming back. One could do worse than be a swinger of birches". - Robert Frost #motherthemother #motherland #grievingprocess #healingwoods #robertfrost #monteagle (at Monteagle Mountain)