In the Spring I defended my thesis. I promised myself, my family, and my loved ones that I would take the summer off. And oh, I did! The past four months have been the Summer of Play! With the help of friends, family, rivers, nerves, and my ever adventurous daughter, I have sucked the marrow from the Summer 2017! And in the many moments of joy, and laughter, and relentless chasing of sunrises and sunsets, I remembered how deeply rooted I am. I remembered to return to my #storying place within, to trust in this return. I remember how deeply I love my work, how deeply I trust reflection and #narrativeinquiry, and how deeply I love my family. Somewhere along the banks of the South SK, somewhere, here, I returned home. One of my favourite Mantas, and a line from S. Alexie offers, "Nervous means you want to play. Scared means you don't want to play." Deeply grounded in my sacred storying spaces, I am ready for my tomorrows, for all the stories that need attending, mine, others. I begin here. Home. Rooted. Ready.