Pray to the Moon when She is round,
Luck with you will then abound,
What you seek for shall be found
On the sea or solid ground.

Monday, July 11, 2011

Destination: Downhill

I am not an urban creature. I am generally uncomfortable with cities & their common attributes: people (in numbers), noise, refuse & traffic (most notably the driving therein). Until now, our lifestyle has afforded us the rare gift of living in two beautiful, uncity-like environs: a remote, rural desert town & the forested fringes of a medium-sized city. Soon however, we will be obligated to remove ourselves from the latter dwelling & set up camp in the belly of the city. 
Every day that passes brings us closer to our departure from this hill top haven, my Nature's nest. Every day my heart breaks a little more. I have taken for granted so many days, weeks, months spent walking in these forests. Blessed I am to wake to horses in the yard, trees in droves, no neighbors in sight. Spoiled I am to complain as this time & place of solitude comes to an end.
Ultimately, I know I will need to look at this as an opportunity to search out & find the Nature that is everywhere, even hidden among the concrete slabs & asphalt wastes. I will need to seek to understand the greater purpose of this upheaval. For now though, I will savor my last days on the hill & brood, just a little, over saying goodbye.

1 comment:

Moma Fauna said...

OK, maybe i am brooding alot.

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