Brigid offers a timely reminder, "What would we be, were we shed of all those material things, of our possessions, our titles, of our names?"
Trooper and I speak of it more often lately. Could we get enough for the house to walk away from it? Should we cash in my meager 401k to build something small and serviceable?
I look at this photo from years gone of a place that I once walked every week. I knew it intimately and in every season. There was one time of year when the sun would come up just beyond that point, flooding it with golden syrupy light. It truly felt like heaven was unfolding in front of you and you need only keep walking to find yourself in it.
I miss having that sensation. I miss the quiet, the scent of earth and leaf. And everytime we go to the ranch I have that sensation again - the not wishing to leave. There, gladness is found in laying on the ground, letting the sun and wind scour the worst of life from your flesh.
The last time I walked through my favorite glade, tossing Forget-me-not seeds in the entry, other seeds here and there in a haphazard way that perhaps spring and summer will make order of. It was a sort of planting of hope.
It is easy enough to romanticise the "simple" life. But a look at the gnarled hands in photos of the past tells a tale of the hard life it can be. I don't truly wish for such hardship but...I hope, if it comes, I've enough to meet it. Be ready.
Waste no time, now. All medical conditions, dental work, new glasses, and every little thing that you want to keep - get it done, get it stashed, and stay tanked up. It is tiresome being on alert for what could be a long while. But knowing you've prepared...that makes it a bit easier to take.
Now, I just need to order that Kirkpatrick holster...