“Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn.” ~John Muir
Post call from Saturday night, and after taking a little nap, Dave and I went out to the country to Salmon Lake to bask in the Tundra’s breathtaking Autumn beauty. To let the cares drop away. These last few call shifts have been heavy ones–from just the last calls there are so many amazing stories that I will never forget.
We read poetry together, played music and sang like two traveling minstrels.
It is true. No one does not lift a great pack. And sometimes you have to take that great pack off and flop down in the great wide open Nature, and bask in the fresh air, the colors, tuck into your heart the last of the singing birds, and let the wind blow freshness into you.
I want both of us
To start talking about this great love
As if you, I, and the Sun were all married
And living in a tiny room,
Helping each other to cook,
Do the wash,
Weave and sew,
Care for our beautiful
We all leave each morning
To labor on the earth’s field.
No one does not lift a great pack.
I want both of us to start singing like two
About this extraordinary existence
You, I, and God were all married
And living in