So, how am I *really*? I want to be outdoors. I want to sleep on the ground under a canopy of autumn foliage. I want bathe in an ice-cold stream with red and golden vine maple leaves drifting by, and red and green dogwood leaves littering the mossy rocks. I want to go to sleep next to a fire and wake up with embers still smoldering a mere arms reach from my blanket. I want to collect wild ginger from the nooks and crannies of the mountains and feel the glow of its heat in my hands on a frosty day. I want to be naked in a hot spring with good company who can talk equally at length of theological issues, Jeffersonian politics, and acorn bread. I want to have a coat pulled up tight against my beard as I lean my face into a slanting rain without squinting. I want to watch grass springing upright from the cautious footprints of a cougar that follow the smeared muddy tracks of an elk. I want to sit on a rocky outcrop high on a mountain, in the warm autumn sun with my shirt off. I want to sip fir needle tea while brilliant stars hold the rhythm of the universe overhead... So whos in?
Posted on: Tue, 30 Sep 2014 01:57:14 +0000
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