04 Saturday Jul 2015
Posted in Nature/Environment, Wildness
A certain quality of light infuses my days, and I can’t help but fall into it.
These mountains we live across from pour the evenings over us, wash us in mists and sunsets, reflect the first light of each new day’s dawn.
This is summer, this letting go of extraneous matters and responsibilities, this filling up of light, this wordless pull to the outside that quiets the core of my being.
21 Friday Jan 2011
Posted in Nature/Environment, Seasons, Wildness, Writing
A cold weekend is close ahead, and we’ve kept our wood stove stoked.
The calendar says sixty days until spring
but the frigid air and clear sky say longer.
We are stocked with roots: potatoes, parsnips, beets, turnips, carrots
And yesterday we received a small taste of summer in a jar of pesto.
On the mountain the trees are thick with frost
Noses are red from wind, and toes are like ice cubes in boots
Still we go out
Into the winter
Breathing
Moving
Sweating
Still we go out into the cold
So we may remember the serious beauty of stillness
And be thankful for the glowing comfort of warmth.
