Return to Solitude

Sunday, January 14th
“I find it wholesome to be alone the greater part of the time. To be in company, even with the best, is soon wearisome and dissipating. I love to be alone. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude.” ― Henry David Thoreau, Walden
On Sunday morning Anna woke in her own bed on BearIsland with a pounding headache, scratchy throat and a pouring nose. She threw off the covers violently, feeling like she was on fire. Attempting to sit up was pure agony, every muscle in her body was weak and aching and as her head rose so did the contents of her stomach. Dear goddesses, take me now,she thought. Thirst forced her to stumble downstairs and desperately seek water. She was however, grateful that this sickness hadn’t hit her on her travel day yesterday or any of her holiday in Nowhere.
Anna distracted herself with thoughts of her trip as she collapsed into the stool in front of her computer and glanced at her postings about her time in Nowhere. Barb …

Familiar Strangers

Monday January 8th, 2018
Anna drove through the seemingly endless province of Saskatchewan to visit her cousin Barb in Nowhere. Barb had badly sprained her ankle on New Year’s Day and was in desperate need of some company as the effort to leave her house was still complicated by her injury.
Her white Subaru rental pulled up in front of the store side of the Prairie Moon Cafe and Anna Wright stretched her neck side to side before getting out and pulling a backpack from the back seat. She saw Barb through the window and waved with a big smile.

Alex noticed Anna but just nodded and stayed focused on the conversation he was in with two patrons at the counter “Wacky weather everywhere eh?”
The door opened and an icy breeze slid through as Anna made her way to Barb. She smiled at Alex and glanced at who was at the counter. Two men, but one is familiar in an uncanny way. She frowned slightly as she moved to her cousin and plunked down in the seat beside her “Hey you!”
Barb shifted a crutch…

Christmas Displaced

“Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of the earth.” ― Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods
Anna sighed in relief as she finally settled into her island home. She had waited too long in the day on December 24th to seek out her transportation back and had to find a motel in Midland because of the Christmas holiday. The motel had a diner and she had ordered Christmas dinner and watched A Christmas Carol on TV with a sparsely populated crew of truckers. Then she had retired to her room and scrolled through social media on her phone care of the very unpredictable wifi connection. She hadn’t worried about being lonely on BearIsland but the detour had been unpredictably depressing, and she was very glad to be home on December 27th.
Anna would simply celebrate her solitary holiday a few days late. She baked cookies the first day and a small chicken the next to have with mashed potatoes, steam…

The Tonic of Wildness

Dec. 14th, 2017

“We need the tonic of wildness...At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn all things, we require that all things be mysterious and unexplorable, that land and sea be indefinitely wild, unsurveyed and unfathomed by us because unfathomable. We can never have enough of nature.” 
― Henry David ThoreauWalden: Or, Life in the Woods

It's been too long since I have done any deeper writing and that is why I've chosen an even more remote location to begin my delving in. I've been re-reading Thoreau, walking in the woods, feeling the breath of the wind of my face and finding myself within nature.

This is my first holiday season alone since the ground shook and consumed my old life and so many that I loved in fury, flames and rubble. Then a second jolt severed my connection to the rest and broke what was left of my spirit. I'm intending to reflect, not wallow. I've had too much wallowing, therapy, antidepressants, and a few things in the realm of…