Sunday, April 5, 2015

Happy Easter, Y'all!

Sunrise came early today!  This is the first morning I have seen daylight at 7 a.m.  It is a wonderful surprise.

Even if you don't celebrate Easter, astrologically/astronomically, it is a time of rebirth. A time of letting go.  You have probably felt a fair amount of tension, dissatisfaction, frustration over the past few months.  If so,  no surprise there.  Perhaps it was designed to tighten us up and then release us.  At all, that is the theory I am working with.  So far, it seems to hold true.

I won't even attempt to explain it because theories come and go until a new one is offered.  Either way, it is a time of shedding skin (no wonder mine was so dry the past six months - eczema, anyway, is the rationale offered by the medical community.)  I have had my fair share of letting go this year. Let me refresh you on my history a tad.

When I returned to North Carolina some fifteen months ago, I wasn't sure I would relocate here.  I came to visit home,  this soulful mountainous place  - the where my heart always is.  As you my dear readers know, I make decisions based on me, not others.  I knew there was still work to be done here and it was time to get on with it.  That is why I decided to come back home to the southern Appalachians.  I am still sorting things out, a lot the past few months.  It has been some of the hardest work I have ever done.

This time, living in western North Carolina, I came home to another aspect of myself, the one that required some deep and serious digging.  Being honest with myself about what was really going on.  The kinds of relationships I wanted.  What to discard, what to keep.  Where to spend my time.  And so, I have spent a lot of time alone by design.  I limit time on computers, the media, news.  I meditate more, write more, read more.  They are not.  While much of this is profoundly sad,  I still find humor in all of this.

For a few months now, I have been corresponding with a nice man.  He lives remotely, no land line, no cell service.  He lives in the office of the fire house for whom he volunteers.  He sleeps on the sofa at night.  A well educated and spoken man, he says he is doing this to simply his life.  A completed relationship two years ago, selling of a house, stuff and a desire for a spiritual life brought him to this place.  Like all of us, he plugs away at this.

Now to the humor.  Our correspondence of late has become prosaic.  I write less and less.  Again, by design. Last week he sent me this note. Since we met on a dating site, spoke a few times on the phone and lunched together last month, I think it is rather funny. To say he finds it challenging getting close to someone is an understatement.  I've never received such a note from a man and hope you get a kick out of it.

"Wed. I finally figured out what caused the Blazer to occasionally shut off. Spent yesterday taking part of the dash apart to replace the ignition switch which is below the lock cylinder on the steering column but involves a wiring harness that connects behind the dash. I missed the second master naturalist class which I can make up next year.

Wed. I went to the portable building manufacturer and checked the building. I'm trying to get that delivered within the next two weeks.

Stopped on the way back at a Lowes to buy a mason's hammer and ran into a woman who interned for me over ten years ago for a watershed survey. She's part American Indian and claims to be able to feel when plants are damaged. She can't mow grass as a result. Most of the time she's able to block it out. She's their plant specialist. She's also one who claims to be a sort of Christian witch.

Today's the day to work on a transmission cooling line. When things happen they seem to want to crowd in all at once.

I hope things are going well with you."

Happy Easter, y'all.  

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