Stay Free

P1130959.jpeg
Pretty much the same elevation, but couched within national forest that reaches up to the spine of the Greens. I’ll have something to work with now within the year. A new studio space, a new trail system. It’s important as a Vermonter to keep one foot in the woods. I feel I’ve arrived, where the road ends, and turns into a track. It’s harder to succumb to the idea that we’re vulnerable to rogue viruses, when the incredible vitality of our land says: get up and walk. Walk into the scrub land, the sapling maze, the wetland sump, the lost edge of civilization we once called home. Claim your rightful place in the wilderness of stumps. I took a route the other day, arriving to a clearing with an old foundation, deep in the woods, rarely visited by anyone. These are our churches. Our wells of sanity and where prayer meetings are held by crows. I know you know. Our health, our wealth, it’s beyond comprehension. That spruces stand for a century, silent, without deriding us, is testimony alone. You can feel the love, like a current or currency. And if life has hurt you, if people have misunderstood your true nature, it’s here you’ll be moved to cry. Where no one can judge, or evaluate, or perceive you to be anything other than what you are. A full blooded human with roots anchored in the earth and set like a compass to the sky you came from. The reality of this life is to wake up in a place that hates, and connives and manipulates and destroys. Too bad we don’t remember why we came here. Too bad, too bad. We’ll just have to wing it. We’ll just have to stand up and be alert for poisonous vipers posturing in the shadows. And also recognize when we are safe, in a spiritual space created for us, with us, empowered by a team of angelic compatriots. If anything, that’s the appeal. My fire is dying, I’m sleepless, I’m scared, I’m baffled by the outer messaging. I’m looking for my invincible friends. Dear, dear human emissaries. We are all right here now, in the flesh or closely dimensional. Party. Rest. Get sick if you have to, but know you will recover. We came here to get the job done. And stay free.
— Ridgerunner
Previous
Previous

Paying Attention

Next
Next

Safe House