Another Day, Another Windstorm

The colors have changed around here almost overnight.  Last week the dried grasses were a flourescent white, and the tall weeds and tree leaves were a rosy sandstone color against a deep blue sky.  The next day the leaves were all copper colored.  Now? They’re mostly blown away in these past days of wind and rain.  It’s interesting to be in a yurt in high winds because..well, anything could happen and mostly you’re just sitting there, Gentle Reader, listening to the roar or the wind outside and the groaning trees and if there’s rain? Nothing else gets through.  The yurt is a sturdy thing, though, and so far, so good.  We still have our roof.

Meanwhile another storm is blowing up and blowing in and I’ve still got miles to go since the creek is flooded and thus the long way is it for today to get to town.   Perhaps a lengthy jaunt will be good for me, since I’ve been watching TV lately as I found myself moderately immobilized on our couch hearing the words “SIT.  STAY.  QUIET.” running through my little head. I found, instead,  myself actually yelling insults and imprecations at people on screen. Not that relaxing.   I get rather exercised watching the “news” and pondering the fact that yet again, reality has not dawned on people and they still think they have plenty of time to screw around.  Then I realize what a tiny little piece of all of it resides in me,  and that the sensible thing is to take a deep breath and figure out what to make for dinner.   That is quite a bit easier than some of the other things currently on the plate, for sure.


2 responses to this post.

  1. Hmm it seems like your website ate my first comment (it was extremely long) so I guess I’ll just sum it up what I submitted and say, I’m thoroughly enjoying your blog. I too am an aspiring blog writer but I’m still new to the whole thing. Do you have any tips for newbie blog writers? I’d genuinely appreciate it.


    • Thank you very much!!!!! Sorry to miss the first comment! and, blogging. It’s like everything else, really: you just have to do it. Writing is, to me, an exercise in making what is unseen seen- especially inside oneself. The more you write, the deeper into your life you go, the more fears you confront and the more beauty you see, the more things you learn. So I think it is a lot about letting your curiosity lead the way even when you are scared and uncertain, as this bear finds herself being from time to time. The other thing? Let your statistics be fun for you; those days that pile up where it seems you don’t exist? Don’t mean you have to fall on your sword. Ask me how I know! Thank you, again, and very best wishes.


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