From tragedy springs truth. Blessed are those who can return to solace, in silence.
I spend too much time indoors, being busy. There is so much to do that when I wake I lay in bed categorizing the list of what must be achieved. Only in extreme moments do I run to the forest for contemplation, and reflection.
Today I find myself in the expected misery of the past repeated. I did not choose this path blindly, as I have walked it before. Of the paths I have wandered, this is the least treacherous, but it is not perfect. There are dark roads ahead that I cannot change, only endure, as I have before. There are forces in this chosen life of mine that I cannot change. There are other people in this life that will react to this difficult stretch ahead as they will....
A forest mouse(?) rummages at my feet! A first for me at age 32:). There are few firsts in a path well traveled. I pause gratefully.
So here I sit, munching on carrots and truth with a growing sense of pleasure springing from an awful beginning. I woke with trepidation and find myself stronger in this contemplative state.
(note: it is a mole! So tiny...)
I will not bow to the past problems, nor will I run. I will wait patiently, finding comfort in this place, in this body and mind. We are always, ultimately, alone. We cannot expect others to know us, or fix us. We really cannot expect anything from others.
And yet, my head is filled with notes of gratitude that I must send. Notes to people in my present and past who have gifted me with the thoughts and ideas that offer comfort for me today. Giving random thanks should be a part of everyday life, but these thoughts are sadly not a daily occurrence.
Here I sit, high on a rock formation in the middle of the Enos river...the breeze is cold and equally delicious to the honey crisp apple in my hand. The water is roaring softly around me, and I am grateful that I don't need to pee, as this sound makes that sensation unbearable!
I am almost four months pregnant now. Far along enough to be secure in my plans for our future, but not so pregnant that I am constantly reminded of how I share this body with another soul. I am plump, but not obvious, forming life every moment, but not tangibly. It is a rare time of being with child, but not overwhelmingly so.
For a while, I tried to go to church on Sundays. I have found my holy place, far from the sermons of others. Wisdom does indeed lie within me, no matter the words or thoughts of others. I am safe within my strong body and mind.
I vow to return to this place, at every chance I have. I will bring my children here, so that when their roads become rocky, they will have this place to come to for peace, if they see fit. This was the gift my father gave me, those many days we spent in silence, crunching our way through the scarce natural pockets mankind has left alone. Unbeknownst to me, he was taking his time to find this inner peace, with his children in tow...I must do the same. Instead of falling to the pressure of their constant needs, I will displace them from the unnatural and bring them here (whether they like it or not).
I have written before and will write again, it is unfortunate that I must be so sad and lonely to find myself. But I am grateful for the ability to do so, all the same.