I am writing this from a tiny log cabin at 1,600ft elevation in Homer, Alaska. There is snow blowing heavily across the dog yard, the chilly wind cooled as it travels across glaciers and over Kachemak bay. This afternoon I dropped my mother off at the local airport to take a small commuter plane up to Anchorage for her return flight to Minnesota, and I’m not going to lie- it hasn’t been an easy time. In fact, it’s been the hardest, and the lowest I’ve felt since dad passed away nearly six months ago. When I returned to my cabin from the airport, I sobbed loudly and unhindered- completely letting go knowing absolutely no one could hear me in this wilderness. I was wrong. The dogs picked up my cry and howled with me. I learned earlier today that dogs howl as a way to show pack solidarity, after they enjoy a good meal together, or to sing before they sleep. At least I know when I’m feeling down, there are 8 dogs that are happy to see me and are willing to accept me into their family.
I know that I’m on a great adventure, and most likely things will get better, but right now my experience is there’s no place like home.
Love,
Haley
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