My Life in Words
Sunday husband and I went to the woods, and I lost 20 years.
The big trees did it. The forest. The old growth. My pain-free knee. All contributed to my youthing process.
I read somewhere that old growth trees have over the years accumulated silica into their trunks. And when we are surrounded by that silica, it contributes to our well-being. Notice the difference sometime if you have an opportunity to experience the big trees.
Husband dear and I drove out east of Eugene, Oregon along the McKenzie River. Yep, I know I talked of that area before when we made the same drive during the summer. Now though, we wanted to see the area during its golden-leaf time before deciduous tree hibernation when the forest throws the gray cloak of winter over its sleeping trees.
This trip also gave us a brunch for the soul, a stop at the Obsidian Grill at McKenzie Bridge. I'm raving again. That sandwich was just as good the second and third time as the first. I love the Obsidian chicken sandwich—happy organic chickens they say, artisan bun smeared with what appeared to be Cajun spices, a poblano pepper, bacon, they didn't scrimp on the lettuce tomato or onion, and whatever their secret sauce is adds a vast amount of juice that takes a dozen napkins to sop up. It's great. I had enough bacon and chicken to share with Sweet Pea.
The forest walk reminded me of something Dolores LaChapelle, author of Earth Wisdom wrote: “Patanjali, Buddha, Moses, and Jesus did not go to workshops or seminars or even churches. They went directly to nature; sat under a Bodhi tree of on top of a mountain or in a cave. We've been living off the residual remains of their inspiration for thousands of years, but this has almost run out. It is time to return to the source of this inspiration—the earth itself.”
Mine was just a little walk in the woods, A Hors d'oeuvre, a taste of the wilderness, but then we came home, and I had a deja' vu.
In Hawaii, we had no refrigerator.
Our present fridge was on the fritz. It worked, but husband dear said we must defrost the rrefrigerator and the freezer for a water leakage had caused ice to build up behind the back panel.
In Hawaii, we used an ice chest for months. To celebrate getting a loan on the house we bought a refrigerator. It remained up-plugged though, for we didn't have enough solar power to run it.
Instead of using electricity, we used ice. Used to be people got a block of ice from an iceman who carried that massive chunk of frozen water on his shoulder, dumped it into your icebox, and that ice kept your food cold for a week or until the ice man came again.
The deja' vu came when I loaded some items in an ice chest. My choice, for I didn't want to be running to the refrigerator in the Way-back every few minutes.
We do have an extra refrigerator, thanks to our California experience where we rented a house without one, bought one, and hauled it to Oregon with us. Now we have two, well three, another in the Way-back that we inherited. The trouble is it doesn't get cold, but is beautiful, so it's a possibility someday.
I figured the Universe was making up for denying us refrigerators for a time.
A thousand years ago a Zen Master wrote this poem:
On the road to enlightenment (ahem, I'm not claiming anything), one must still do the minutia of life, chop wood and carry water. The editors of NEW AGE JOURNAL wrote a book with that title: Chop Wood, Carry Water, and their take is a bit different from what I initially thought it meant.
Not only must we chop wood and carry water, meaning take care of business, but our spiritual journey can be because of it.
We do not need to spend our lives sitting piously on a mountain, our life, our journey, comes from the living of it.
I failed my spiritual test as I carried frozen food to the Way-back refrigerator. With all my grunting and grumbling and throwing a few expletives, the Universe would not have given me a gold star.
But then maybe She doesn't care. It was my choice. I could accomplish a task with a glad heart or have a fit.
A screaming fit still gets the job done!
But it's not so great on our nervous system.
Oh well, I'll get another chance when I haul all those frozen items back into the house and put our in-house refrigerator back together again.
This is super cool:
Below are a few photos taken on our McKenzie River trip.
The Frog's Song by Joyce Davis
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'Joyce's travels have taken her beyond the shores of her native continent, but she's back where she started, in Oregon.