Winter showed up again this weekend. It was to be expected.
We watched the snow blow sideways across the sky and into the black trees.
I hunkered down on the loveseat next to my husband under the furry blanket and we watched “Legends of the Fall.” And then, as I do every time we watch our favorite movie, I got depressed about the plight of man. It was sort of fitting though, because it’s been on my mind for the last few weeks, the sort of struggle we face here, how even when we do our best, sometimes it isn’t good enough. Sometimes no matter how we wish and hope and pray and work, it just doesn’t work out the way we had imagined. We’ve all been there. Husband and I have been spending time talking about this lately, about people’s stories, about the news of the world and our community and how it’s hard to get facts straight these days, how it’s hard to distinguish opinions from the truth and how sometimes it’s a struggle to find any positive perspectives.
I worry that we’re getting disconnected from reality.
I worry that we stare at our cell phones and our television screens and we live our lives through photos and commentary instead of observing and wondering and speaking for ourselves.
I worry not enough people in this great country get their hands truly dirty or understand what it really takes to put food in our mouths.
I worry that we’re not spending enough time talking to each other and too much time talking at one another.
And then I worry that we’re not listening.
I worry that we’re getting harder instead of stronger…
These are things I say over lasagna at our kitchen counter with the news turned low on the television and a long winter night stretching out before us.
And then Husband reminds me that we are animals, animals who were somehow born with the ability to love and the ability to hate…and this gift of language and reason and religion and philosophy complicates and pulls at our simple instinct to survive.
The coyotes who howl outside my window at night and get a little too close to the house in the morning. these animals don’t know good or evil. They know danger. They know motherly instinct. They know what they need to know to survive. What a gift and what a burden it is some days to be human. To feel somehow responsible to these coyotes and to the landscape, to the cattle who feed there and to the people we know…and those we never will.
When I was a young girl, growing up and starting to realize that life wasn’t always a frolic in the oak trees, that most days your responsibilities were going to weigh on you, and that was what it meant to grow up, I remember wishing that I was one of those cows standing out in our pasture munching on green grass and knowing nothing different. Knowing no deadlines, or dirty dishes piled up, or the dull ache of your mistakes or the pain of losing someone.
I just wanted to be a cow. Well, maybe a cow in California where the weather never dropped below 70 degrees and sunny. Or a snapping turtle sunning himself on the rock in the beaver dam out back, the one who lived for a hundred years, and spent the winter sleeping.
Or the house cat sitting on mom’s lap concerned with nothing but getting a scratch behind the ears.
Because I knew it then, as I know it now. Some days the business of being human is overwhelming, and being that muley doe coming in for a drink at the dam at the end of a week-long January thaw looks about as close to peace as you’ve ever seen while living life in your human skin…
Coming Home: Promises made as we look toward spring
by Jessie Veeder
The beauty of living the rural life is that it gives us time to think critically, to wonder, to search our souls for answers to many of the questions your raise. In todays world, we also have instant connections with everybody else’s world, which can sometimes burden us down. On some days, it is just less stressful to tune in the news. On other days, I can’t seem to live without it. But, its the personal contacts with other human beings that still mean the most and the old adage still seems to work. “When we share our troubles, we half them and when we share our joys, we double them”.
Yes, sometimes life wears us down a bit. But we humans with compassion and what ever else can carry on! Winter is a bit bleak at times but Spring comes every year. 🙂 For some music from the Hudson Valley in NY try on the internet 98.1 wkze . Rick on the morning show has it right “Help people don’t Hurt people” You’ve already got that right! HWT
This was an awesome blog! I don’t have anything to add.
This is so lovely — and exactly what I needed to read today.
Good job Jesse!