Remedy for an empty nest.
Fill the nest back up.
Or at least the barn.
Get new horses.
OK, so it might not be a cure, but I swear it helps.
Kinda strange not knowing
where on Earth he is Now.
As far away as one can go.
The end of the Earth. Really.
Somewhere between here and there,
I know that much.
Not much more.
Heading south for winter, he is.
All the way to the South Pole.
Can’t get much further away than that.
And I am pleased, and proud,
and know he is living life
full and rich and brave and strong
and what more could a mother, woman and friend
(Update from late last night:
A day ahead and a world away.
And what can I say but
Bob and Gunnar and me
a couple of old cats
a bunch of good horses
And a few I’m going to try to teach.
So much to do and
our list keeps growing
fantasies of idle winter days
lessons in time management
we had our idle time this summer
when we should have been
try to count on things, make plans, assume
More often than not it turns out
so different than what I had hoped for
but if different is neither bad nor wrong
then why can’t I stop planning
learn to let go and just go with the flow
because really you know
what a disaster that would be
when at the end of the day
if I lived like that
we’d all be sitting around starving
wishing I had thought earlier about
what we’ll eat for dinner
These are the six months I live for
the easier ones to leave
the hardest ones
the ones that have become me
and nothing no one no where else
allow this wild time
Time to release
my wild side
Of the elevation
Bob’s driving home and I’m watching the digital numbers on the thermometer on the rear view mirror drop. Ten degrees as we climb our mountain. By morning, the thermometer reads one below zero (-18 C). Bob’s up before daylight rebuilding the fire then climbs back in bed. The cats have been sleeping on him and I am wrapped around him and clinging tight to keep warm. He is the only one now very warm, but probably can’t sleep with all of us latched to him.
Some days I wonder what the heck we’re doing living here. Later on, that very same day, I wonder how I could ever leave.
Finally I leave you with these words for thought.
An observation on the Forest Service.
For those who live here, see.
We are willing to make observations based upon what is before us, what is happening, and common sense. It’s a matter of survival here, responsibility, connection.
On the other hand, many of those that come in to try to Manage (their term, not mine, though I believe even they are beyond maintaining such claims here and now) well, do as their told, say what they are supposed to, do their best to maintain of control of that which they will never.
My apologies to the wonderful men and women who remain within this Big Business because they care, and actually do see. I know there are plenty of you. The Cindys and Annes and so many I’ve had the honor to know, observe and work with… But I see so much more, and I’m tired of it, seeing the nothings happen and the so much spoken, the time wasted and the obvious ignored. I am sorry.
The latest bit of paid propaganda from one of their finest Yes Men is entitled (I swear to you): “Dead trees do not equal more fires… maybe.”
Really. When you’re done laughing, let me tell you this. As the title suggests and the piece confirms, it is no more than a way to get around admitting they have no clue…
However, rather than admit that then be free to open their eyes, look and think, they recommend this: let’s hold off on common sense, observing the obvious, and let’s wait for those scientific studies to be completed… which usually take a while, as we’re stuck sitting on our hands and can’t quite make it out there … there, where it is happening… there, where all of those folks who live, see.
What do you really need to comprehend the world around you, including the greatest of mysteries?