Lily,

When I flew into the island the first day I was astounded by the amount of trees, the way the shades of green wound tight around each jagged surface of rock and mountain face. The rivers and streams rushed and hurried their way through the swirls of green, disappearing an d reappearing in flashes. I soaked it in. This would be the only time I saw a glimpse of the island the hospital was housed on. I can feel the land speaking to me, I hope, when I am on a search for self from the inside. But all I can hear is the whoosh of the water and the jagged spikes of sound coming from the trees. These syllables continue to be indistinguishable.

Love,

Ma