My alarm rang at 6:29 this morning. At 7:30 I found the motivation to rise and greet the day. Misti and I stepped onto the cabin’s front porch and stared out into the Monongahela National Forest. We laid our mats onto the porch floor and began a stretching routine I adapted from the Army. The slow and deliberate rotations and stretches relax and strengthen the mind as well as the body. As I rotated my neck, the various pops and cracks reminded me of the past few weeks’ stresses. My neck, as well as the rest of my body, felt tight, sore, and neglected.
After the stretching routine, we enjoyed our first cups of coffee together as we stared off into the trees. We have somehow managed to arrange an entire month in the mountains, and this morning cup of coffee was our first chance to appreciate our wilderness environment and our good fortune to have this opportunity. We both dream of living a simple life in the mountains, and this month may be as close as we come to attaining this dream for several more years.
After coffee, Misti went inside to work with Turtle on the letter A and to provide me with quiet time for writing. Other than last night’s journal entry, this was the first time I wrote in nearly a month. Each and every word was a struggle as I chipped away the rust from my fingers and my mind. Even though the writing was slow, I did manage to write two blog posts, review a story I’m trying to publish, and write in my journal. While working on my first blog post in a few weeks, a hummingbird fluttered around the deck. Even though I was supposed to be writing, I couldn’t keep my attention from drifting to the incessant buzz of the hummingbird’s wings.
After our unprocessed and unrefined whole–food lunch, I worked around the cabin. Good, honest, manual labor. I moved and stacked firewood, trimmed, and push–mowed the property. Although hot and tired, I felt great.
Two deer skirted the edge of the property this evening, and I saw a small snake slither under a tree stump.
I feel at home in the mountains.