Mother Nature is the Enemy. . .Kinda.

I've been called a hippie and a bohemian most of my life but I've always hated being outdoors. Hate.

The more I've dealved into the world of alternative parenting the more I've realized that so many mothers find the majority of thier inspiration from nature. I find it strange that for most of my life I've dirived inspiration from the metropolis. I feel like this makes me somewhat of an imposter.

This week though, I've found myself wishing for the open spaces of Texas and Montana. I went all the way out to Trinidad, Tx for a CD release party for a Red Dirt artist that my husband worked with. After being a total brat about drving so far out into the middle of nowhere I started remembering the lonesome feeling of the country that has, historically, pulled my best work out of me. It made me think of the long summers in the country and the longer semesters in Virginia. Maybe the quiet forces me to make noise of my own.