Recent Reviews: The Soulful Child: Twelve Years in the Wilderness
A personal memoir & true story; autobiography by Chloe Rachel Gallaway
I think many of us have thought at some point, “What if I just took off and lived in the woods?” Well, this story is the answer to that ‘what if.’ Get saddled up and ready for the best fire-side book of the season. An autobiography about growing up in the wilderness, “The Soulful Child” is a wild ride through time and nature’s rhythms — from the streets of Haight Ashbury at the peak of the ‘60s to the timelessness of mountain ranges.
“The Soulful Child” is a book about a troubled father who has beautiful and wholesome ideals for life. This first-person narrative is told by his eldest daughter, Chloe. In the late 1960s, Chloe’s parents leave San Francisco and successful artistic careers in music and activism to survive off the land. Retreating to a new home with no running water, they live out their dream of farming all their own food and raising their children away from the indoctrination of society...
Review by: Shareshten Senior - The Shakti Yogi Journal
Chloe Rachel Gallaway's " The Soulful Child - Twelve Years in the Wilderness " is a deeply moving remembrance - and as-told-to narrative - of the privations and delights of growing up in rural northern New Mexico.
The book also explores her parents' idealism, the valuable lessons they and nature imparted, and the many faces of love. One face was the author's love of family that eventually grated against her own rebellion to be free...
By David Steinberg for The Albuquerque Journal
When I was a little girl growing up in Chimayo, New Mexico, seven miles east of Española, we spent much of our summers taking a break from the heat in the valley to visit a primitive house at the foot of several acres of property in the small mountain village of Peñasco — twenty-five miles from home. My dad purchased the property in the ’70s. We would drive up, deep into the mountains through the mountain village, and along the way I would see houses of various interesting shapes. I remember my father saying “hippies” lived in those houses. I had no idea what hippies were and wasn’t sure why they were there but they were always a curiosity to me. I had some inkling that these people were trying to get away from something...
The Valley Daily Post - Espanola, New Mexico