It's interesting how much your haiku relates to Erin's haiku. .. Rocks have always felt so important to me. The first time I saw red rock was in ZNP in Utah, and I felt like I learned so much about rocks there that my heart was a flutter. As I read through all the different blog posts -- the haikus about landscape, the "where I'm from" essays - I'm thinking about history and it's baring on our understanding of ourselves. Rocks (and land), too, tell a history that feels a part of us. We have our family history, and the history of people in our hometowns, and our own histories that we are forging. This intermixing of different things that define us makes our understanding of ourselves so complex.
It's interesting how much your haiku relates to Erin's haiku. .. Rocks have always felt so important to me. The first time I saw red rock was in ZNP in Utah, and I felt like I learned so much about rocks there that my heart was a flutter. As I read through all the different blog posts -- the haikus about landscape, the "where I'm from" essays - I'm thinking about history and it's baring on our understanding of ourselves. Rocks (and land), too, tell a history that feels a part of us. We have our family history, and the history of people in our hometowns, and our own histories that we are forging. This intermixing of different things that define us makes our understanding of ourselves so complex.
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