Ruminating with a View
We didn't ride very long, maybe an hour. I wanted to go over familiar trails and take in the view from the top of our small mountain. I am so lucky to have access to such places, and a neighbor who lets me trot around his snowmobile trails in his off season.
When we got to to top of the mountain - what a view! Blue skies, rolling hills, and the touch of color early October brings. From up there I sat back, resting my hands on his rump as he munched the grass and I ruminated on my day. It was clearly fall and the chilly morning had proved that, but I realized I had a little more time than my shady home had me believe. At the bottom of the hill the leaves in the yard—on the trees along the road—they all seemed so yellow and fading. But up there the perspective of so much green still glowed time and chances. It was calming.
I am worried about firewood, winter, keeping all things going strong. This is something I have managed mostly by scraping by over the past few years. I know that isn't how things will be forever, that I am sure of. But right now there is good news and bad news in equal measure jogging outside the perimeter of my life. What can I do but turn on good music, dance, sing, and focus on what good could come - and not what bad might arrive? What will happen will happen. I'll deal with that my mind, body, and wits can handle. The rest is up to the Gods, luck, and the mood of a black pony on a fine fall day.