Author Archives: TheyRode

About TheyRode

My writing comes from my life, my experience, and my culture and I share it honestly with you. However, note that it is not in any order and only holds the weight of my own view. I spent my youngest years in a home that was a construction built of upgraded sheds, a chicken coup, and a garage. You wouldn't know it by looking at it, or being in it. We then moved to the woods where we scraped the bark of trees and hoisted them up as beams and posts and I spent my mid teens without electricity or running water. Then I moved the high desert in southern Idaho and eventually raised my own children. My life is full of adventure, adverse childhood experiences, cultural challenges of a white girl in a white girls world, and a struggle to be the woman I was growing to become. My friends and family have asked me to write, so I write here where I can easily share. I hope that I can inspire you to stop in your day to appreciate the natural world, and the natural people, around you.

The moon set.

A tree frog raised his voice and received no response. Today is January. The moon rose behind the clouds and slipped into the red shadow of earth, where she paused before entering a field of stars. The calendar moved from one day to another. The single howl of a lone coyote silenced the air. The sun rose.

The people did not enjoy the morning air. They rushed through doors to enter lines. They glanced at each other and judged their distance and balanced the distance silently without question. They did not notice the hawks careful attention to the field nearby.

The people left the line and consumed thousands of words. They read all the questions and everything the writer claimed they wouldn’t believe. They pushed aside their doubt, agreed with all those written words. They did not give time for words that did not fit their dismay. They did not hear the hawks piercing scream.

These are the things that are not dreams. These are the things happen.

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