Month: August 2018

Don’t Give Up on Love.

Don’t Give Up on Love.

“Don’t ever give up on love,” said Underworld Traveler, my old friend and esteemed shaman, who I visited and journeyed with a few weeks ago. His beautiful partner, Minister of Song, drummed with him – two drums, not one – a magnificent multi-dimensional sound to assist my journey.

I won’t. Give up on love, that is. I have needs, yes. But they are simple: Security, Love, Freedom. Love should come first, but when I was asked the question a few years back, “What do you want?” That’s what I came up with spontaneously. It holds true today, as I sit inside my Sparky, trapped in with a fly, afraid to exit the car because of the presence of Mountain Lion Superior.

MLP showed up in my camp last night and it was a chill-to-my-bones experience. I heard her gobble up a wild turkey and then take down a deer—all within 50 yards of me, myself, and Sparky. I hustled out of there as soon as I could gather the courage to exit my screen tent. That was an imaginary barrier between it and me, of course—but unzipping the door and making my way to Sparky was really a challenge.

Back to Love. I won’t live without it. And Freedom! Ahh! I must have my freedom. This means nothing in particular, but everything to me.

Posted by Sue in How to Live Off-Grid, Nature and Us, Sleeping in a Forester, Works in Progress
Blogligent No More

Blogligent No More

I was blogligent (negligent about blogging) for a bit, but feeling a bit bloggy again.

It’s funny how much I’m learning about myself at this late date…being out here in the woods. I’m realizing that I like to help when asked, and tend to try hard to meld to situations – but when I hit the “done zone”, I’m done. That’s it! There’s only so much I can take.

What’s too much?

I’m really literal. When you say something I tend to believe it. Like, when you say I can come in to pee and make coffee after 7 a.m. and you’ll leave the door unlocked, I show up at 7, coffee and pot and reishi mushrooms and filter in hand, ready to pee.

When the door is locked, it upsets me a little, but I try to be OK with it because I know it was not on purpose. So I beeline down to the nearest café, which turns out not to have eggs. And the coffee sucks, compared to my usual. And I don’t eat my perfect breakfast. The day goes on, imperfectly. And I know I need to just ride with it. It’s all there in the Buddhist teachings. Lean in to the discomfort.

 But when that happens twice, I “read the signs”. The signs say it’s time to move elsewhere! Even when you tell me it was accidental, I know that I’m getting a valid message I may not understand ‘till later. No animosity. Just time to move on.

Damn, what a day that was. Now I’m in my screen tent and camping “illegally”??. I was going to drag it up to the bumpy dirt road where I was camped before, but just was too tired after driving two hours to charge my battery, buy groceries, find a library (which turned out to be closed), get gas, etc.

Nobody has even noticed the “day” tent here for the last week, and I did buy a bear canister. So I backed Sparky in, adorned her with camo, and took a chance that my luck will persevere. Heck – if a ranger shows up to scold me, I’m a senior with a senior pass, I’m a woman, and I’m on public lands with a bear canister. How bad can that be?

Wild turkey cries and I hear one creepy low growl. A few more stifled gobbles, then silence. Tinkle-tinkle goes the babbling brook.

 To Be Continued…

 

Posted by Sue in Base Camp Favorites, How to Live Off-Grid, Nature and Us, Sleeping in a Forester