, , , , , , , , ,

There is a storm a brewing.  I woke up snug in my bunk as my mind wandered off to a happy place.  I love the smell of rain, the sun on my shoulders, that feeling right before I wake up or fall asleep. Diving naked into an ice cold stream or lake. walking barefoot, getting lost, being found. Storms, the sounds of night, sharing and exploring.  The natural world provides for all of my senses.

I left the boat at 5:30 AM I had planned to take Chloe on a play date but she wouldn’t budge from underneath the warm cocoon of my down sleeping bag, so I set off to she shower alone.  I feel sorry for people who live in houses and wonder if they have any Idea  how much life passes while locked inside the firm foundation of their safe little jail cells.  When you don’t have a hot shower it becomes one of the biggest luxuries of life.  By the time I got to the marina shower I was a Popsicle but it didn’t matter.  I stripped down and slipped into the piping hot steamy shower and wondered how I am such a lucky person to have such an impossibly perfect life.

They are forecasting the biggest blizzard to hit the Area in thirty years, with more snow in two days than we get in a typical year.  I have The` all snugged up and ready.  They are calling for 20 degrees and 50mph winds, that puts the windchill well below 0.  I’m ready and waiting, when it hits I wont hide, I will be running through the tempest playing chase with my dog and screaming into the Nor Easter at the top of my lungs.  This is life right now.  Get out and stay out!

A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.
          ~John Muir