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Ice on the Mountain

Mount Rogers and Briar Ridge

I went over the mountains and along the river for another Maya Arvigo massage session yesterday.  My back has started hurting again, holding more tension, while everything else seems good.  Having left the children with my parents, it was nice to take a long drive (made longer by a wrong turn) and see the countryside.  Mount Rogers and Whitetop were covered in rime ice and were a chilly thirty-four in the heat of the day.  Cold and windy is the norm for this time of year.  The creeks looked a little better from the rain, and I couldn't help but have my mind turn to the terrible wildfire in the Smokies.  There is more rain, and maybe a little snow, on the way and I know that we are all very thankful for that.

I feel heavy lately, burdened by life and its cares.  It seems like there is so much going on right now that just isn't right, and we can't get out of it.  I've found myself wishing for that proverbial rock to crawl underneath.  Of course, there is too much to do this time of year to really allow that: sewing, knitting, baking and so on.  I would really like to have one Christmas holed up in my parents' cabin.  I'm trying to draw as much as I can from nature right now, like the exhilarating drive through the woods and valleys yesterday, and our plans for nature school.  I really do live in a place that looks like it came from a Barbara Cooney illustration and what a blessing that is.

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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