Ft George Island, Walking with Spirits
I dreamed of her the years I lived way up north. I thought of the stories, like Zephaniah Kingsley marrying his enslaved Anna. I thought of the Saturiwa indigenous who left midden piles and constructed holy sites not unlike Stonehenge, low circles designating their portals. I thought of the homes and yards with toys.
Ancient and old and open concept nested together on Ft George Island.
I hadn’t visited the trail since spring of this year. The 35 minute drive along A1A felt too long for a too hot walk in a Florida summer. I returned in December and as I entered the trail I was flooded with feeling. I felt incredible love. I can only imagine the source, regardless I felt home and welcomed.