A week of very cold weather and finally some snow and and warming coming for a few days. As I am going into retreat mode I don’t really have to plan a lot, things seem to be coming into some sort of recognizable form that will allow me to just meander into a structure which will be the backbone of settling down for a couple of months of quieting down. My plan is 49 days, ending on March 12th. Plenty of space built in for needful things to be done but also lots of space and time to settle into a relaxed way of being by myself.
I am also aware of the fact that I may run screaming into Walla Walla Airport and catch a flight to Vegas, but I like to think not. I’m by myself and have the opportunity to look closely at my many assumptions and presumptions about who and what I am and what I am doing with my life. Seems a little late, in a way, I’m 69; but I’ve never been precocious. So, I’ll just have to follow that prompt, hint, nudge; and see where it leads or points. I expect a bit of discomfort, I’ve glanced at all of my life but have left a few things unexplored; more will be revealed.
Furrows as wide as my hand
Circling paths in the snow
They come, they go and I
Wonder what strange creature?
Then I see the three quail jump,
From roadside scratching for
Food, and land in the soft snow and
Sink down, a few inches, then walk
Ahead. Chests denting deep into
Powder and little feet dog-
Paddling and tails dragging,
Wiping clean the tell tale
Sign of what Creature passed.
Our lives are like that too.