I managed to leave the mountain this week; did some paperwork at the county, mailed some documents, and like a moment of magic, entered a City Market produce section. I’ve not seen that much green, rich, recently live plant life in a couple of months. It was more impressive than driving a new truck on smooth, floating paved roads, seeing power lines strung everywhere, or the nervous, anxious drivers, riding my ass, when 68 in a 65 simply wasn’t fast enough. I got out, I saw the world, and I was quite pleased to get back to my own form of reality.
There are fresh greens in the house, both for me and my neighbor who is spending more time up here. Fresh food feels gift like, as he stated, even though he paid for everything he received; perhaps we all need a bit less access, a bit less overwhelming consumption, a bit less free reign to every bounty imaginable. We seem unhappy as a nation, discontent, displeased, lost. There is so much abundance in our world, and from my perspective, nothing to seem unhappy about as such. Everything is within reach, it just takes the resources to acquire it.
I will wait here for Spring. A winter storm warning has been issued, but moves with the coming change in the weather. There are still snow drifts several feet high, even though, eight miles away, there is not a lick of snow to be found. I am in no hurry for the melt, but ready for the shift nonetheless. Spring brings new life, new optimism, new smells, and new baby creatures. There is much to enjoy about the forthcoming shifts to witness here in slower than normal motion.