There’s still no snow in the valleys and the weather has been unusually warm for this time of year. Dad came out to visit and he, Brent and I hunted for a couple of days. Mostly what we did was soak up the good forest energy and enjoy hanging out together. I feel like I’ve hardly taken a breath since returning from Georgia, but things will be slowing down soon and I intend to spend more time at the computer, being inspired by your blogs and attempting to put my own experiences into words that make sense.
The past two weeks have been an emotional rollercoaster, but one I wouldn’t trade for anything. The dips, turns, flips and flops seemed strangely orchestrated by a universe insistent on change – a universe that actually wanted me, personally, to change, now. Synchronicities abound and possibilities don’t seem endless, they seem doable. A few of them seem actually doable.
Killing that deer seemed to open up a window of opportunity that was there all along, but the glass was dirty and it was hard to see. It’s hard to say how profoundly it has affected me. I’m working on it, though. I’m working on how to say it. If I had to sum up the whole thing so far in a couple of words, they would be: spiritual turning.
Ahhh. Beautiful.
It was great to see you on my blog, Angela. I look forward to reading your about your journeys once more.
Angela, I look forward to hearing more about what taking your first deer has meant to you on your spiritual journey.
We, in Denver, are also seeing warmer temperatures and less precipitation than is typical. Here in the heavily populated front range of Colorado, we love to hear big numbers when measuring the mountain snowfall. So far, not much. That’s next summer’s water we see when we look at the snow-capped peaks west of here, and it isn’t very encouraging yet.
I hope you are enjoying a happy and peaceful Thanksgiving aftermath.
Thanks, Rick, Annie & Claude. I hope you all had a warm and happy thanksgiving.
So beautiful……the mountains and your words.
I am wishing so much that I’d kept a cassette that an acquaintance (i.e. “suitor”) made for me about 15 years ago about his lifetime of hunting in the wilds of Harney County in Eastern Oregon. He described the hunt for one elk that was stunning and spiritual. As I recall he was alone for about three days on a ledge in the side of a mountain, waiting. In the end the elk and he understood one another…….
(as I clear clutter from my life –see my other blog “Clutterquake” — I may surprise myself and find that I didn’t dispose of the tape, although I’m close to positive that I did so when I married Mike. If I find it I will get in touch to send.)