|Written by David Masters|
|Wednesday, 22 January 2014 02:19|
Low in the embrace of an over sized leather chair, tattered from years of rest and contemplation. I sit wrapped in a lovingly made quilt, with my feet up staring blankly into the depths of my wood stove. Another -25 degree January night presses hard on the outer walls of my humble home. While on the inside a war is waged to keep temperatures to a point where I can't see my breath. This continual battle seems to ware on my tired body, ever so slowly eroding my mental sanity. 'Nine winters' I think to myself. 'How has it been nine winters already?' I seem to be coming increasingly less tolerant of what this harsh season unleashes, year after tireless year.
As I sit and ponder my solitude, the howl of a lone coyote breaks the calm night air, trees begin to 'pop' as the temperatures dip. The night songs are soon accompanied by the deep echoing calls of the Great Horned Owls...'Who's awake? Me too!! Who's awake? Me too!!'
My mind drifts suddenly to the tiny mouse, the cheerful Chickadees, turtles and frogs frozen deep under the the pond. How do they do it? How do they cope with such extremes, such isolation, such hardships? Yet, as I ponder these thoughts I realize that they, the inhabitants of our wild spaces know no other way, they have no other home, to them, there is no other existence. You must prepare for the hard times ahead, insulate your nest for warmth, prepare your winter food to see you though, be patient and exercise stillness, and be thankful for the blessings you've been given.
With these thoughts, I realize that it is I who is frail, not the tiny mouse. I knew heading into this winter that I wasn't fully prepared for the season ahead. But, in knowing my weakness is the best way to prepare for a sometimes difficult road. As I sit here writing this, I'm feeling a deeper more satisfying warmth from my stove and an acceptance of my ultimate fate. After all, I am here because I wish to be, not because I have to be. I have fully chosen this way of life, and although it may seem difficult at times, it's been the most direct path to the very deepest parts of my soul.
|Last Updated on Wednesday, 22 January 2014 02:45|