Leaving the ditch

An intimate involement.
To a ditch?  Yes! To the
land.  To the wilds.  My family, nature, hard work, solitude,
silence, space.  You see?  It all fits together.  It includes me.  I am a part of her.

Room to breathe and a reason to breathe deep.  Dirty jeans and sweaty shirts and blistered
hands and shoulders and a back so sore in the morning it’s hard to slip socks on.

And I can’t imagine leaving her forever.

I know her like no one else.
Her curves, shallow spots, rocky places, weaknesses and strengths.  Where her wildest flowers bloom, and where
she sheds the silent needles of her dying trees.  Morning rains and evening shadows, how they
spread across and change her. Just a ditch.

No different than a farmer who tends the land, I have seen
her flow with plenty, break loose where she should not, given her an extra push
when I thought I had no more in me, and leaned on my shovel and done nothing
more than watch.

As with all wilds, this is a relationship one sided.  I will tend to her.  She will let me.  She will not stop me.  But she will never care.  Somehow, the nurturing is enough.  I need no more.  I am satisfied to work, to give, to tend to
her and ask for nothing in return.

For look how much she has given me.

3 thoughts on “Leaving the ditch

  1. It’s something about being small but significant, about complimenting the power and magnitude of nature with thought and concern. The resulting wisdom you can carry along as you seek the next dream.

    In fact you remind me of the old railway maintenance of way people who ‘knew’ each strech of track and its idiosyncracies. (Railway tracks are by no means uniform.) They knew what to do at each place and cared about the result. Then change landed upon their once simple lives.

    At least the change that we face still gives us the chance to learn and grow.

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