Releasing.

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ciquefoil

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cinquefoil 2

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cinquefoil 3

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Spring winds like ocean waves roar

so far we are from the open sea

releasing brown waters of wild creeks

bringing Sedona sands in sepia skies

And leaving pink snow behind

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lost trail creek

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A silent red tail over the treetops camouflaged in fat flakes of falling snow.

Had I not been looking, I would not know he was there. Back upon our mountain.  I am waiting to hear his screech, the haunting cry that carries far against still frozen cliffs held back from the sun.

Snow drips from the red roof like rain.

Increasing exposure of naked earth.  Transformation from a white and grey world to one that is shades of brown.  Then all is covered again.

We are here while the bear hibernates still and elk remain in lower ground.

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spring ground

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Stirred up in spring winds depositing pieces from some faraway land long exposed to the elements.

And the questions of what will be, will happen and what will tomorrow bring

Are answered with maybe, possibly, who knows, and we’ll see…

And what I hear in the wind is this:

What do I have to lose?

And all I can think to reply

Is a winter’s coat.

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gunnar at snowmachine point

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Birthday week winds down. All my boys, well most of them, celebrated in seven days.  Gunnar, Bob, Crow, Tresjur and finally Forrest.  Time to get back to work.

We had it all planned. Finally, fencing.  My favorite spring chore, would you believe?  Not a popular preference as seen from most fences around these parts found in various stages of disrepair.  But I love it.  How could I not?  Out there with my boys, the mountain, sun and soft spring dirt.

Only it’s not dry. It’s still frozen.  Barely warm enough to hold a fence stretcher and pliers.  And another storm blows in. So this week I don’t think we’ll be working on fences just yet.

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forrest

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Working class.  Leisure being a choice we earn, not a life we are given.  Do we define ourselves according to our work, what we do, our “job” and how many hours we work?  These are things I’m reconsidering from a set of rules I once was taught.  I don’t know the answers, though see they are starting to change.

This is no poor-me syndrome. Don’t you see how lucky we are? You and me both, my friend. We have so much.  Maybe too much.

Life is at first a gift, and then it is ours. We work for it.  And thus we can create it to be whatever we dream.

A dear friend among the leisure class writes of his life based on “ease, health, happiness, and comfort.”

Now health and happiness hold great value, but ease and comfort?  Why?

Our bounty is earned, our rewards respected, and the possibilities are endless.  We are not bound by idle time and the need to be pleased and the fear of losing comfort.

A woman once shared a story of the brass ring she missed.  I wonder – was there only one?

In my ability to quickly stir up rage within me (for better and for worse) I’d  say scrap the tears, turn around and forge a new ring.

Don’t you see these opportunities presented with every challenge?

In theory.  For I am certain I did not and do not always when I live through them, but it sure sounds good to say.

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spring snow

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The last word(s):

Much gratitude to these website than mentioned The Color of the Wild this week.  I so appreciate the support and encouragement!  Thank you:

Indies Unlimited

Bestseller Bound

 

And… I’m very excited about this… I’ll be at the Tattered Cover in Denver in June as part of their Rocky Mountain Land Series.  If you’re from or in the Denver area, please do stop in and join us.  Time, date and location to be announced shortly.

Finally, I wanted to share this link with you.  I posted it on Facebook but don’t believe I’ve put it here, and it’s worth sharing.  It’s important.  This should be required reading for anyone who cares about Colorado and our mountains:

2013 Report on the Health of Colorado’s Forests

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aspen in spring snow

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6 thoughts on “Releasing.

  1. Wonderful Gin. It is true we are not meant to have a life of lying around, or having too much ease and comfort. However, some people may be diligently working on what they enjoy doing and consider they are still living with ease and comfort. I guess it might be a case of personal reality. Anyway, although we do need time for rest, we also need to be doing something. Even if anyone does not need to work a paying job for their income to support themselves, there is much volunteer work to do :-)

    • I love to hear your wisdom and insight and always am glad when you share, Ann. Thank you. You’re right – the personal balance is different for – and must be found by – each of us. What I’m seeing is a shift away from identifying one’s self with their job – as work can be “outside the box” and yes indeed (here! here!) volunteering included without a doubt.

  2. Comfort…interesting to consider the difference between comfort, as a state of living, and contentment. I find greater joy in contentment. Comfort may depend on circumstance, while contentment disregards circumstance altogether. Comfort can breed contempt for anything that challenges or threatens it. But contentment carries gratitude and fortitude against the same.
    When our children carry on with whining and complaint, struggle with heart issues, or are disciplined, I remind them that I’m not the least bit interested in their comfort, but in their character. I’m sure they will all roll their eyes, repeating it in mockery one day…..right before they repeat it to their children! ;)
    Also, I’ll be interested to read the report you posted! Thank you for the link!

    • Ann raised a good point in an earlier post of trying to find the balance between the two, for strong and sensible as we try to be, it is the moment of comforts that mean so much to them… and to us. What could ever feel better than having your child “comforted” in your arms – for them and for you? Now at 21 and over 6 feet tall, I find it is me comforted in my son’s arms from time to time, and I realize it is because of the balance between comfort and contentment, giving and drawing the line, that he has learned such compassion.

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