Here’s the deal. Last fall, we packed up and moved out, leaving the home and business we built, saw the son off to college, and Bob and I flew the coop together instead of wallowing in our empty nest. Took a few months away from blogging to finish a separate writing project. Then suddenly I reappear only to say, “Guess what? I’m moving again!”
Back where I came from.
I would tell you life is all about change. Perhaps it is for me. For now. Of course it won’t always be. This is my challenge. What is yours?
Friend and author, Laura Crum, reminds me, “…the still pond is not always stagnant. Sometimes it is clear as crystal and of an unimaginable depth.”
I remind her I have not been so lucky. I am no Wendell Berry who has “never not known where (he) belonged.” Some of us were not born in the place where we were meant to stay. We have our work cut out for us in a different way. Our lives are not about diving into the still quiet depths in the world around us, but in learning to find it within us while the world around us spins…
And yes, I do get dizzy and wait for this thing called life to slow down. I too shall allow deep roots to take and spread some day, though the land on which they grow will be my choice and challenge, as finding it seems to be.
There is not one right way. As I responded to Laura, “…points of view bring further wisdom if one is willing to listen (or read).”
For now, a few specifics. The nitty gritty.
First, about blogging. I am glad to be back. Back to the blog, that is. Back at the ranch, well, that remains to be seen and is still a week or so away. Though I think you can imagine how I might feel when we arrive.
I have missed this form of writing, sharing, bouncing ideas and receiving your feedback, not to mention the opportunity of keeping in touch with many of you. So, back to blogging. To bouncing ideas and pushing myself to get my work out there, even if it is rough and rustic and falling apart at the edges. At least I’m trying, writing, growing, evolving as a writer, slowly but surely. Pushing myself. I’m keen on pushing myself. For now, I’ll try to post at least three days a week (Monday, Wednesday and Friday). Check back regularly; there should be something new.
Second, where we are, where we’ve been and where we’re going. Well, this is a little more complicated. I’ll sum it up by saying we’re in northern Washington State, somewhere between the edge of the Methow Valley and the North Cascade mountains. And we’re going back to our Lost Trail Ranch in Colorado. The rest of the story will come out in due time.
And third, what the heck are we doing with our life?
I’m not so sure what our plans are for the future, though we’re not running the cabin rental business anymore and the outfitting business is changing hands. Time for us to move on with the rest of our lives and find our next calling. (No offence to y’all, but this one has been fulfilled.) Still just a whisper, but I’m thinking it will turn into a song before you know it.
Where to next?
For now, we’ll stay firmly planted with our feet in the clouds. We’re sticking to our land in Colorado, way high up in the San Juan Mountains and figure things out from there. We are oddly excited. Nervous as young lovers. Butterflies in our stomachs. I just caught Bob whistling a John Denver tune. (Don’t tell him I told you that.)
So you see, same place we were, but everything has changed. Life is like that. Guess it all comes down to how you look at things. Right now I’m looking at a still pond that is very, very deep. Only it’s not the land. It’s me. So I am learning.
Thanks for checking in. See you Monday.