We are never present with,
but always beyond ourselves.
Fear, desire, and hope are still pushing us on toward the future.
Michel Eyquem de Montaigne
There is no place in the world I would rather be, or spend my time doing than sitting on that century maple tree branch lying on my mossy rock in the middle of the bush high on the ridge. With pen and paper in hand and my feet stretched out on the limb watching over this world of familiarity and mystery. This is my world where the outside world disappears and everything that may be spinning stops.
Peace, harmony and balance dwell back here in this bush now full of naked trees with dangling orange tape blowing in the wind bringing an uncertainty into this world of mine. The birds still sing, the trees still whisper and the deer still dance but change is coming. I wonder if they see it too.
Over thirty five years ago a young couple bought a beautiful farm at an auction and the world as they knew it turned upside down then turned right side up just as things in this world usually happen. This beautiful farm had a very big secret, one we did know of but chose to ignore never thinking it would ever be a problem.
There happens to be a right away access owned by a natural gas company and an oil company running right through the middle of this farm almost dividing it in half. Out of site of this very place I sit and dream while watching the animals play and those birds sing. It has never been a problem. Remember that old saying “Out of sight out of mind?”
I do know progress is a very good thing and actually someday I would like to think I could be enjoying that natural gas that runs through pipes under that land instead of constantly having to throw heavy wood in the stove when I am older. I also have to admit living in the country and having to drive everywhere I go does require that oil that is running under ground. I actually should never complain about progress and the needs of those resources. We did know this was all lurking under our land when we moved here and should have known there was always a possibility but I guess we were hoping that was as far as it would go. More demand changed all that.
As I watch the orange tape dangle from the trees not far from where I sit and dream I know my view and world will be changing soon. I also know you will still find me sitting here on that downed century maple tree limb lying on my mossy rock with paper and pen in hand. Progress or not.