Grounded And Tranquilized.. Without Drugs
....except some beer....
He went back to his faraway place today right before the storm hit. If you read the post before this one, you'll know I was agitated and feeling overemotional. Sometimes someone else's focused and direct energy is exactly what I need to feel more balanced and come down from soaring through space at such a high velocity...
Today we had to collapse camp and prepare for a storm before he left to go home. It came in hard and fast. This weekend though, the weather was amazing. He spent my first several nights in the camp with me, gave me a weapon, and helped me build an immaculate outdoor stove/firepit. The place I've chosen is an outdoor amphitheater for birds, frogs and coyotes. The sounds are beyond what I expected. I felt like I was at a nature concert. Every once in awhile, all the creatures even sing in tune with each other. I can't possibly count the different voices out there in that wild place. Even camping in my youth never exposed me to such a brilliant show of natural music. I think it's that particular place; it's unique. There's the giant field space in the middle. In the back is a tall hill and a line of trees. On the right side is another tall hill with more buffering trees. On the left is another open field, but not before a creek crosses its path. And in the forefront, you have the rushing water in the creek that plays its flavor of ambiance all night long.
I was entranced. He brought me firewood from out of the hills with pine sap on it, and the flames burned for hours- there were honest torches in the firepit! Now I know where they lie.. beyond the first stockpile of wood the loggers left behind. And as the sun goes down, a different energy wraps its arms around the place. Things come out; the coyotes howl, and you can hear things walking past on the dead trimmings lying on the ground. Things come to drink the water. Spiders start spinning webs. Smaller creatures find their hiding places before the dark takes over, and a different kind of concert begins. I felt like I was hearing two "bands" this weekend. Two natural, beautiful shows being performed by creatures of other species. I took a break today and am in my mother's home, listening to the thunder and torrents of rain blow hard across the mountain. This storm is big.
He went back to his faraway place today right before the storm hit. If you read the post before this one, you'll know I was agitated and feeling overemotional. Sometimes someone else's focused and direct energy is exactly what I need to feel more balanced and come down from soaring through space at such a high velocity...
Today we had to collapse camp and prepare for a storm before he left to go home. It came in hard and fast. This weekend though, the weather was amazing. He spent my first several nights in the camp with me, gave me a weapon, and helped me build an immaculate outdoor stove/firepit. The place I've chosen is an outdoor amphitheater for birds, frogs and coyotes. The sounds are beyond what I expected. I felt like I was at a nature concert. Every once in awhile, all the creatures even sing in tune with each other. I can't possibly count the different voices out there in that wild place. Even camping in my youth never exposed me to such a brilliant show of natural music. I think it's that particular place; it's unique. There's the giant field space in the middle. In the back is a tall hill and a line of trees. On the right side is another tall hill with more buffering trees. On the left is another open field, but not before a creek crosses its path. And in the forefront, you have the rushing water in the creek that plays its flavor of ambiance all night long.
I was entranced. He brought me firewood from out of the hills with pine sap on it, and the flames burned for hours- there were honest torches in the firepit! Now I know where they lie.. beyond the first stockpile of wood the loggers left behind. And as the sun goes down, a different energy wraps its arms around the place. Things come out; the coyotes howl, and you can hear things walking past on the dead trimmings lying on the ground. Things come to drink the water. Spiders start spinning webs. Smaller creatures find their hiding places before the dark takes over, and a different kind of concert begins. I felt like I was hearing two "bands" this weekend. Two natural, beautiful shows being performed by creatures of other species. I took a break today and am in my mother's home, listening to the thunder and torrents of rain blow hard across the mountain. This storm is big.
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