A Little at a Time

Sometimes the more you associate with your fears, the more they come to rule your life. They can even become self-fulfilling prophecies.

It’s good to walk instead in the last of the day’s sunshine on the mountain, and see what old and fearful things can be released, and what new things might be found.

Today was a good day for that, so the animals and I hiked down to the road, then took a meandering return path back up through the woods.

skunk cabbage and Beezus
skunk cabbage and Beezus

We found the first purple skunk cabbage spathes in the bottom land where our creeks empty into the New River feeder. Most of of it has been eaten down by deer before it could even get going, which left the scent of onions (definitely not skunk—whose idea was that name?) in the air.

chickweed growing in the creek
chickweed growing in the creek

And I’ll admit the new green chickweed growing in the edge of the creek made me wish I’d brought my foraging bucket—it looked so tempting and succulent. Tomorrow, perhaps.

Here’s Pip and Bee crossing a muddy seep on the log bridge Lance dragged over for us a year or two ago. Rocky, of course, refuses to use the logs and just wades through the muck.

Pippi & Bee using a log crossing
Pippi & Bee using a log crossing

Finally, I love this knot of moss in one of our boundary-marking maples. I call this tree Eleven Trunks, and she has featured in one or two of my poems before.

Moss in Eleven Trunks
Mossy knot in Eleven Trunks

When I walk in the woods, I can only see a little bit of the path ahead of me at any given time. I’m not up high, peering down at the land spread out for miles in every direction. When I walk in the woods, only a few small things are revealed at a time, and right now I’m finding that a very beneficial and restorative approach to living.

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