I find my rhythm on a straightaway, digging through a boot deep snow that absorbs my footprints in eclipsing spirals of steam. It’s temporary, the evidence of my trespass into these woods; a metaphor for the life we live. Footprints which will collapse into forever before too long, but meaningful ones in the moment.
The moment. This hike is one long draw of ’em.
I glean my understandings from the visceral testimonies accorded me out here. A jagged wall of rocks, loosed from the ground by a beckoning ridge whose clench of earth provides the rocks with a mighty presence. There is a gathering of small trees that almost forms a perfect circle, as if the seeds of one mother who endeavored to leave her artistic invention for those who happen along this stretch. There is a clearing, it is maybe fifty yards wide. I step to the edge and look down on a one way ticket tumble that is a couple hundred yards deep and thick with trees and rocks. The view from here is a tapestry of what forever must look like.
That boiling caterwaul of a world is a million miles away from this sovereign shallow of beasts and pines and equine songs. The trees surround, embrace and speak to me. Their welcome is a tenuous one, yet earnest. They promise me nothing, they give me everything- the paradox of Mother Nature. The mosaic of their mighty branches rises triumphantly . . like children raised by the sun, whose veins bleed an eternal bath; whose pleading roots beg for mercy from the depths; whose breaths are a million screaming prayers; whose life has been prophesied from old books, scavenged from the particles of God and nurtured from the womb of miraculous ascents. Its deliverance is a savagely beautiful iteration.
The woods possess no conceit, they simply are. The overcast morning works in concert with the highest reaching trees to produce an oddly serene dynamic; making me feel like an insect crawling along the bottom of a saucer covered in pin pricked wax paper. I am small to the great big everything. The wind is a perpetual blanket of mayhem, reminding me of the lessons I have not yet learned.
These woods have been shrunken down to the size of my wishes. These woods have been magnified infinitesimally to the size of my dreams. These woods are my proverbs . . pleading miracles that absorb everything within their reach.
I drink in the scotch of this union, smiling. My heart is beating steadily; excited by the honest work, the handsome scenery and the answers to all the secrets that really matter. These secrets are spoken in the language of moments. The greatest of all possible gifts is the one I borrowed for the space of three hours time, in woods so deep and dark and lovely. This gift is such a simple thing that we oftentimes never-mind its value. But this gift . . it’s the only gift we are ever going to need.
It’s the chance.
What a beautiful ending to your trilogy, Marco. It read like poetry, the words swirling around me, wrapping me up like a warm blanket on a chilly afternoon.
Seriously, Bronx. You are a fabulous writer.
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Quebec,
Viva la flattery! And thank you for it, and for the push to turn these into something!
I am excited about this expedition into fiction, so excited!
Thank you thank you and oh yeah, thank you!
🙂
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I only dole it out to those who merit it. I don’t just go throwing flowers willy-nilly yanno…
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No self respecting Canadian gal ever would!
VIva Les Habitantes!
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Right!
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When in France! Or Canada . . .
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Do you use that word a lot? Dole? I do.
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Of course 😉
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Coo.
And did you happen to notice the title of this last entry? I went with the actual quote rather than what I had morphed it into . .Does it work?
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Never mind me. Again!
I went with miles in my draft but changed it at the last minute. Ugh. That’ll teach me to stay up till all hours writing and then turn around and get up early, lol.
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I didn’t see this comment before I answered the last one! I was a tad confused!
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Oh, lol! No worries!
I am easily confused most of the time, no ‘tad’ about it. I have been writing madly the last few days, as I am again now. And when I get this way, I get all Nutty Professor like. I don’t remember what I was doing five minutes ago . . .
Maybe it’s age . . maybe I am simply romanticizing this.
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Let those creative juices flow, Doc!
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They sure did! It was nice to be in a zone. I don’t usually get there, but the weather . .it’s nice.
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Good for you.
It’s mild here. Just not particularly pretty and bright….
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Just windy here . . . again.
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Yoo hoo
The title is the same (changing the Pt.2 to Pt.3) but is shortened from the first part. Am I blind?
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Nope. Not blind. lol.
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Phew…
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I must have changed that title more than once, which is why I was so verklempt about the whole business.
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I thought only I got verklempt!
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It’s Verklempt season. I’m guessing you didn’t get your shot? Me either . . .
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Never!!
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Sorry . . I was so hyped I didn’t explain.
After I finished this post, I scheduled it and then wrote something for next week. A piece of fiction I really am digging. Actually something I like!
It was inspired by this hike. So there’s that.
Sorry for the confusion.
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Yay!! Can’t wait to read it!!
There was no confusion…
Am so very glad you are writing another…
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It’s like a spring! I’m very excited about this.
And thank you!
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Lovely Marc. The chance indeed.
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Thank you John. So much.
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There is something extraordinary about walks that are able to consume our senses and buoy our spirits.
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It IS buoyant! Yes, you grabbed the perfect word for this hike.
Thank you so much!
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Trust me…it was my pleasure to read and savor your experience.
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You’re always so gracious in your commentary. And I humbly accept.
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😊
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Such a beautiful, poignant piece as always! I love how you captured the momentary awe of nature. And such a wonderful message. Love this piece ❤
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Thank you!
It was a wonderful hike, for me. I got so much out of it. And I am thankful for your comment.
Peace
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You’re welcome! I’m glad 😀
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There is indeed a healing quality to it.
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Thank you for taking the chance and sharing it. Every chance is different. Perfect: “Its deliverance is a savagely beautiful iteration.” Bravo!
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Thank you thank you!
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This was a great respite for the day that I am having! A welcomed and appreciated read!
Thank you for this!
Cheers!
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Thank you good man!
I hope things are okay, and I hope you are writing.
I’m not going to stop telling you dude, you got a book in you. Indeed you do!
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Arguably the finest and deepest account of being among nature’s treasures that I have read since Edward Abbey left us.
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WOW!
You are really showing me the love there righteous! And I love, really love, that it moved you. And thank you, that’s great inspiration for me.
Peace and Edward Abbey
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