My hands run over the soft curve of my back, the firm suppleness of my thighs, the soft warmth of my belly that is well fed and has been home to the children I love. I think about the shape of this body, and the shape of the landscape that holds and nourishes this body. Sky Top, just a hill now but once a towering foothill of the Appalachian mountains, rises above us in the north sending her living waters down through the hollow we call home. Her waters will course on to the