we had no gps, no service only screenshots of a google map, sheer determination, and wonder all compelled by deep joy to be here in these Blue Ridge Mountains among these October colors wildly adventuring, mother and daughter freedom coursing through our veins can this be right? as the road evolved into a narrow and winding gravel path how can this be right?! as we kept going, giggling and thrilled. the mother, aware of the risks of both continuing and not until a sign appeared: Lady Luck. and the mountains opened up into a sprawling meadow draped in majestic magentas of dahlias and zinnias and chrysanthemums where we gathered in song and poetry to honor this time and to hold one another--strangers and kin--in the cold October night warmed by Elixir, a blazing fire, and hope.