Find My Muse

Nature

My daddy was a forester and I really lived in a log house with a wolf as a pet. My uncle, another forester, would visit and we would call owls down from the trees late at night. In the summer we would sleep out on the lawn to watch the meteor showers all the while hoping that the bears would leave our freshly brushed breath alone while they walked through our yard to check out our neighbor’s garbage can. While snow shoeing I have fallen into a hole over my head upside down only to find that the will to survive is mighty strong in 20 below weather. While hiking in the White Mountains I have watched an elderly couple bath nude in the icey waters. I also watched in horror as my older brother fell off a cliff while goofing around, and nearly choked on my own heart as my father chased after him to save him from his fate. I have never experienced “nothing” while communing with nature. There is always something new, something alive to grab one’s attention. Take a day, a weekend, lace up a pair of sturdy shoes and open your eyes.