LETTER TO MY ANCESTRAL FATHER

I’m alive. Still. I know we never met but here I am. Yes. I am here. I am woman. I have birthed the future over and over. And now I am wilderness. So, before I become the forest floor and a future generation of lichen and fungi to feed the dreamer I figured it is time, now, to say hello. I know you. You are a sleeper in the land of the immortal dead and yet I look at the back of my hand — at the wiry blood that sits just seconds beneath the skin of me — and there you are. A monarch in those valleys and mists and silent, deathly wet and callous white. Long at sea, I know how to sail. Long at war, I know how to fight. Big-talkin’ that allows me to slip through enemy thoughts and into the snow at the edge of time. Alone, but hey, you laid with someone, didn’t you? <a href="https://medium.com/@the_whitehorse/letter-to-my-ancestral-father-b0f1d83745b9">Visit Now</a>