Seven, up North, is a big family Eight, if you count the dreamed up border collie that sleeps in bed with me and never sheds elicits not even a whisper of a sneeze from my mother The corners of my lips are veterans at curling upwards in bashful, proud apology at somebody's surprise, "Seven! Oh, I couldn't imagine seven." What of seven, though? Why not seventy or twenty-one thousand or zero? In the mountains, numbers are tricks of the mind, the shapes that remain after leaves have launched their tender bodies to the ground and are stepped on by people who don't pay enough mind Family is everywhere to be found and not nearly often enough discovered but when stumbled upon there is bashful, proud apology in knowing that family is as much the fallen leaf as it is the trees *** eKY Flood Relief Annotation 8/9/22 I learned everything I know about leading story circles from Alexia, Marissa, Maria, and Devyn. They modeled the practice beautifully at the Cowan Creek Mountain Music School, where we gathered up a bunch of different tellings of the Headless Annie ghost story and brought a mashup version to life at the student recital. Support flood relief at the Cowan Community Center to promote future storytelling spaces: https://tinyurl.com/cowancreek Return to the Kentucky Collection.
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