we often feel like we were born in the wrong ecosystem. our body, our Progenitors, were raised in a awful place with no rivers or bodies of water of any kind, very little rain, no biodiversity
and yet we have childhood memories from our Real childhood, a little girl growing up in a small yet surprisingly safe town by the Sea. the fog rolling in, the frequent rain hammering against leaves in the coastal woods. dangling lichens, seabirds, the tides, the tidepools. wild turkeys, the smell of the air in the mornings before the fog burns off. jagged pacific rocks. latchkey kid. walking, biking. shorebirds
staring out across the waves at night, the distant red and green running lights, the yellow cabin lights, the occaisional conversations or music carrying over the distance, a wistful little girl sondering the boats
and of course under it all, the unending woosh of sound of the Ocean, the Origin, the cradle of all life, the place we crawled from, the sound that's always there even if you tune it out.
in our spirit, this is all true. and we are still that little girl looking over the cliffs, over the waves, getting the occaisonal poison ivy rash from exploring too eagerly
when we moved to the pnw it was like becomning a girl, to be in a coastal rainy place, even if it wasn't that childhood town. a burden we learned to ignore lifted. we are far more "from" this place than where the progenitors were raised.