I awoke this morning with a sense of celebration in my heart. Last August 26 was a momentous day for this man. It was the day he landed upon the ranch. Sometimes timing is everything. Being in the right place at the right time. Not being somewhere. Finding or losing something. We put rationale behind things, but some things just are.
Year two begins today. A year in this wilderness under my belt. I have spent the last 365 nights here, never venturing out for more than the day. The gates are a comfort for me now. Removing myself from the vehicle, moving the truck, removing myself from the vehicle, and locking the gate. It is comforting. It is normal. And it now feels like mine too. I still have eight miles to get home, from either gate, but the community is here. The environment. The solitude and stillness begins when the gate gets locked.
Take a moment today and reflect upon your own sense of self. Where you are today versus a short (or long) year ago. A year in the life… I hope yours was as valuable to you as mine was to me.
My best year upon planet Earth. That is what the last year was to me.
