With everything going on in the world, and no end in sight to the madness, I have reached the point where I’m ready to disengage, disconnect and disappear up the road that carries me back into the woods where I am most happy.
I am ready for a “great reset” of my spirit.
We are long overdue for a trip up the mountain and while I don’t know when it will happen, I do know it has to be soon or I am going to go mad. Just looking at the pictures isn’t doing it for me, I need to be up there, breathing it in and feeling my heart beat in sync with the rhythm of the wild.
If I had my way, we would sell our place now and buy a small log cabin, preferably on a few acres in the national forest, down a long, dirt road with no neighbors for miles and miles around. Just us, our pups and the wildlife.
Maybe a few horses.
Of course we have to live down here in the valley for practical purposes; I have to be close to my mast cell specialists and easy access to the ER *just in case* and the hubby has to be able to get back and forth to work easily. So we will undoubtedly stay here in our little rural farmstead for the foreseeable future.
I can still dream, though. In fact, I DO dream of living up there, among the wildflowers.
In harmony with the wild things.
There was a chill in the air early this morning and it made me anxious for winter to come so we can spend less time weeding and watering and more time harnessing and mushing.
As much as I love the mountains in summer and am anticipating pulling the RV out and heading up to our favorite camp spot, there is nothing and I mean NOTHING quite like experiencing it all bundled up, being pulled on a dog sled in winter.
It’s the greatest reset a soul could ever ask for.