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By the Shores of Silver LakeBack home from another trip to the big city down South, and it's the same as always.  I return to renewed appreciation for my own kitchen and my own bed and the simple everydayness of my own life.  I don't say that to sound high and mighty, just that I really treasure the routine and quiet life we have here.  Life in a place with endless strip malls is just not for me.  I travel often into the woods, but not down the interstate.  I see that a town not so far away, which fought it for so many years, now has a big super Voldemart and the earth is being moved for yet more development.  Willow's reaction to it all, though colored by the stress of travel, nearly brought me to tears.  Yes, why can't we just let the land be and enjoy that kind of beauty?

I've had such a hard time this year, despite trying to really focus on home and routine.  The news from the outside world is just awful.  I don't see our country becoming great again, not for little folks like us, not that it ever was.  It is so hard to know any more, and that is what is so unsettling.  Nothing feels safe any more.  After so many years of hard times, of scraping by, it's hard to keep your chin up all the time.  The weather is crazy, the news is crazy, the people in charge are extra crazy.  It's just too much.

And while it might not pay the bills, this is the year I've realized that it's perfectly acceptable to be the introverted person that I am.  It's probably my greatest strength right now.  Some people pressure us to do more, but we are not often around them, and we simply cannot afford to be dancing and scouting and fencing.  Unless that means putting a fence around the garden. ;-)  I feel glad to offer my children a picture of a slow life, maybe something they might come back to later on, when life feels too full.  I've already seen the Appalachia I knew as a child, with its shaped note singing and dinner on the grounds, change so much.  I am weary of the future, like the elders of my memory sitting on their front porch watching the cars speed by.

I spent the trip knitting and reading about Christmas traditions of a Southwest Virginia that has been gone for almost a hundred years.  We try to hold onto some of those traditions here, and to make our own, as I often share.  The world seeks to steal all meaning and add back materialism, expecting we won't notice the walls closing in on us.  It's up to us to be the filters.  I feel so glad my children are growing up in this little county with our little town.  We've got a bustling main street, a growing music scene, large natural places.  If it has to be a town in this part of the state, this one is it.  Roan wants to live in the country, and I really wish I could give him that, but it's not realistic right now.  I do think we will take to the wild places even more in the Spring and Summer, maybe nature school twice a week.

This is all pretty heavy stuff for the day before Christmas when we are all busy with preparing to make merry.  I really hated being away from home for the Solstice.  It felt almost as if it didn't happen at all.  All the wind went out of my sails.  I've got to gather things back together today and get the house in order.  We need to pick out a Yule log from under the back porch stairs.  It's raining, which is nice if it has to be in the fifties.  We've got some things stashed away for a simple celebration at home with just the five of us.

Don't you like my Christmas ornament I got?  I'll admit that I did some heavy hinting about the sweet Little House ornaments.  This one is so poignant to me.  I think, oddly, I might like parts of the Silver Lake story best of all.  That wild place they went to, that nice house full of good things to get them through the Winter (what a dream of mine!), it's just all so beautiful and bittersweet.

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( 4 trees — Plant a Forest )
mi_er
Dec. 24th, 2016 07:27 pm (UTC)
Such a pretty ornament.
Merry christmas to you and yours <3
impossibleway
Dec. 26th, 2016 11:11 am (UTC)
Thank you! Merry Christmas!
blakdove
Dec. 26th, 2016 04:24 am (UTC)
Beautiful ornament! I also loved the part where they moved into the fully stocked magical house.

lots of thoughts on the rest of your post; none coherent, other than I hear you.
impossibleway
Dec. 26th, 2016 11:14 am (UTC)
Thanks for listening. <3
( 4 trees — Plant a Forest )

A Blessed Wilderness

It was just like being in heaven, being in there. In those days there was no road. The park was all a blessed wilderness. I have often thought what a wonderful people we would have been if we had wanted to keep it that way.

~Adolph Murie, biologist, on Denali


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