My parents were married on Thanksgiving day. A hippy ceremony on our Klamath River property.
I was their flower girl. Our herd of goats was there too.
And what a wild life that was, being the child of two people who were born to roam. It seems like just yesterday, and a thousand years ago too.
Every Thanksgiving I think about how lucky I was to be born and how thankful I am that my parents met on a lone dirt road in Soulsbyville, fell in love, and I was born.
And that I was born and in a little shack in the woods, with dirt floors and my dad playing the role of doctor.
All of these unlikely circumstances led to the life I have now and I'm incredibly thankful for that.
Happy Thanksgiving to you. I'm thankful for you too.
Image by the super wonderful and amazing Samantha Cabrera.
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