Tuesday, November 27, 2012

A Different Path!

Whether man is disposed to yield to nature or oppose her,
  he cannot do without a correct understanding of her language.
                                                        Jean Rostand


I am still back sitting here on my rock; there is no where I would rather be. I think I could live back here, yes a little cabin sitting on this rocky ridge overlooking the gully surrounded by those beautiful trees below where the deer walk one behind the other heading for who knows where at dawn and returning on the same path just before dusk. Oh yes a little cabin with windows facing north, south, east, and west as to not miss a thing.

There would be little woodstove with a warm fire, I would be rocking in my old rocking chair facing the window to the south east. Waiting and watching for that sunrise every morning to make its way over the horizon and its bright warm light finally piercing those trees and making the whole forest smile.
There would be an old kettle sitting on that woodstove and I can almost hear the water bubbling and boiling while watching that steamy mist float to the rafters, I would grab a corner of my apron and grasp that hot handle and pour that boiling water over the peppermint tea bag in my bright yellow mug. I sit back down in that old rocker, rocking and enjoying the view. I can see this so clearly, it is so warm and quiet.


Too quiet…….I would not want to have a cabin back here sitting on this rocky ridge, overlooking the gully surrounded by beautiful trees; a cabin that would enclose me, blocking, and silencing the music of the bush. I need to sit here on my mossy rock out in the open, listening to every little sound. I would have missed the snorting of that old Buck, the rustling of those bushes as that same Buck ran to safety after being frightened off by my blowing of that whistle. I would not have heard my own heart beating loudly against my chest with my own fear.


I would not hear the hammering of that Woodpecker searching for those grubs and insects in that old leaning tree, the tree that will soon fall to the ground chipped away, empty and no longer needed. That noisy squirrel giving me a lecture for sitting below the entrance to his hiding place in the old Maple where he continues to store those Beech Nuts, Acorns, Hickory Nuts and those coveted Black Walnuts, trying to get ready for the long cold winter ahead. What about the sounds of the Blue Jay who’s extremely vocal call scares off the cute little Chick- a –Dee, both just trying to feed off those seeds on the cedar bushes.

I decide to move on so the little Red Squirrel could continue his storing. I hike down the ridge and slip under a pine tree that towers high over my head, the white oozing sap covering the bark from a gaping hole where a branch had been cut last year. The ground is covered with white Turkey scat, they have been roosting here. I wonder if they will be back to roost in the same tree tonight or will they try a different spot. Are they creatures of habit like me? I tend to take the same path and sit on the same rock.


I take a sharp right through the prickly ash bushes the thorns tearing at my jacket and head down a different path than my usual, wondering what I have been missing by keeping to the same routine time after time. I climb over the rocks and duck under those trees that I have not seen for a while. The snow will soon blanket the ground and cover all this making for new adventures and new music.

Sometimes things are exactly as they should be, but that should never stop you from taking a different path once in a while.

Later

27 comments:

  1. Oh I feel just as you have written. I don't want to miss a thing...and a new path every so often is good for the soul.
    As is peppermint tea. (I sip it every night before bed:))
    Hugs dear friend
    xx

    ReplyDelete
  2. Yes, a different path can energize your creativity. your spirit, your soul. It's good to try different paths now and then. :)

    ReplyDelete
  3. Peppermint tea sounds nice...I need to try that! I have always wanted one of those nice heavy duty canvas wall tents...with a floor and a woodstove...sounds cozy.

    ReplyDelete
  4. The bush is a healing place. So nice that you have access.

    ReplyDelete
  5. Maybe I could build the cabin and then you could come visit. The solitude of the bush and being alone sounds perfect about now.

    Love You, BA

    ReplyDelete
  6. My you do have a way with words, as effective as an artist with a brush.

    ReplyDelete
  7. Maybe a tree house instead of a cabin...with open sides so you wouldn't miss anything! And I'd drink some peppermint tea along with you...that's been my beverage of choice lately.

    ReplyDelete
  8. B...I was just going to say what Shirley has already posted. Ditto!

    ReplyDelete
  9. I feel you! I often dream of living in a tiny cabin on top of our mountain. I'd need a rocking chair and two cats and a good book though ;-)

    ReplyDelete
  10. This is beautiful Buttons! You are a wonderful writer. I can see, so clearly, the images you're portraying.
    I have a favorite place to escape to when I need a little solitude. Being surrounded by nature is the best medicine for anything!
    xo

    ReplyDelete
  11. i think you could make any path worth taking. :)

    ReplyDelete
  12. Oh, I often dream of having a little cabin in the woods!

    ReplyDelete
  13. You had me at wood stove. I can handle the quiet as long as I have a good dog by my side. Great thoughts here Buttons.

    ReplyDelete
  14. i agree with bon bon. you make each trek special.

    ReplyDelete
  15. It is wonderful to just sit and listen to all the lovely sounds of nature! I'm glad you took a different path home, who knows what you might have been missing! :)

    ReplyDelete
  16. ooohhhh buttons, i find myself ducking as i read!! i would never know that we have not strayed from the path in the past as each story holds it's own unusual details!!

    just take us along, it matters not the path!!

    ReplyDelete
  17. Very true, sometimes it's good to take the path less traveled :) More often than not it'll be a positive experience!

    ReplyDelete
  18. Yup I would need my dog with me whether it be in that cabin or better out in the wood in the fresh air ! Wonderful post . I do pretty much the same here love to go for long forest walks with my pooch and just get lost in it all ! Have a good day !

    ReplyDelete
  19. you're so wise. you've got the wisdom of those who pay attention to what surround them :) I was with you on that cabin and when you welcomed all the sounds I felt the wind. I love the way you guide us to each lesson of life. thank you dear B :) xxo

    ReplyDelete
  20. What a lovely, peaceful place and your words bring it all to life! A modern day Thoreau! Happy travels on the path less taken! xx

    ReplyDelete
  21. What a great analogy about missing new things if you take the same path. Your words are so wise and wonderful.

    ReplyDelete
  22. This is so important Buttons, especially for me because as I get older I seem to be getting more and more comfortable about choosing the same path...

    ReplyDelete
  23. That's so true. I usually follow the same path on my morning walks, but love it when I follow my husband who stretches out beyond my comfort zone.

    ReplyDelete
  24. bon bon & shirley have really said it all.

    keep on trekking...

    ReplyDelete
  25. Well now B I don't know... I think I'd LOVE the little cabin to go inside to warm up. And I would add a deep wrap around porch where I'd have a rocking chair on each side of the cabin to sit watch and listen even on rainy days.

    ReplyDelete

The mind grows by what it feeds on. J.G. Holland

Thank you so much for your comments, they mean more to me then I could ever express. Hug B

Please do not copy my work. If you like it let me know I am sure we can work something out. Copyright is in place.