Tales from Bear Island

“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 Bear Island but the detour had been unpredictably depressing, and she was very glad to be home on December 27 th . 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 p...

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 Thoreau ,  Walden: 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 thi...