Stossell Creek, back in the early 90’s. It would be my first time heading up into the woods with the best friends I’d known since time began. A soon to be husband, attractive guys surrounding me, drinking next to a huge bonfire made with our own hands. It would be a night of learning about each other on a visceral level. Forming bonds that would stand the test of time whether encouraged throughout or not.
Whenever I get a serious case of writer’s block, I go back there. To the impending darkness, that eerie feeling of the trees awakening, and the brush underfoot closing their eyes for the night. Close friend’s shadows overlapping my own in the silver moonlight dappled through the forest greens overhead. The stars twinkling above dusting their own magic throughout the night.
We brought a guitar, because my fiance could rock with one hearing a song and would happily take requests. Laced between originals I insisted he play so I could sing, we drank, we laughed, we hugged and supported each others sorrows.
One of the absolute best times of my life.
One of the most profound experiences I was ever to have occurred on that night. It inspires the horror within me, and provides a safe place to experience the fear once again.
The fire was lit, awakening the shadows of boulders and trees embracing our gathering. Yet when you looked up, the stars sang their song within the galaxy brightly.Happiness enveloped me, how could it not? I walked down a dirt road with hard bodied men beside me, who rejoiced in my ability to walk beside them. The trees formed a gateway up ahead of the dirt road we journeyed down.
I sensed the impending life in the soil awakening and watched with wide eyes, the shadows come alive around us, an dance. Native Warriors raced toward us, with bloodied axes swinging. Shouting their historic battle cries. It affected me as if the warriors were as real as the men beside me.
They believed in my sight, my friends on that night. They embraced my lean toward the night and sights that can awaken and terrify you.
They still inspire me. And I remember.