Lest I Forget

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September 7, 2016

Bohemian Grace

Nogal Canyon

Bent, New Mexico

 

Lest I Forget

 

Here is a thought that survived a busy day when I would have captured it on the page at dawn. I sometimes forget myself, more now than I used to which is a little frightening, but fortunately I remember also. It seems that for the past couple of weeks I have forgotten so much that I know; the joy and the happiness which has always defined my life, the wonder I have in all things beautiful and alive, and the very breath of my spirit seems to have languished. I still write in these times but not to the depth and the breadth I would choose or aspire to and nothing I would wish to share. Instead I find a sense of despair which at the time seems inescapable, until I remember.

 

Yesterday was such a day, when I could barely put one foot in front of another and it seemed that everything took more effort that I could muster. I watched the clouds circle and the torrents of rain fall but it seemed nothing could rouse me and yet, and the end of the day, I found some semblance of what was missing. Driving home I saw the ditches had flooded and broke and as my neighbors were gone I stopped to repair them as best I could, as the water was still running high. I fixed them well enough but got my feet wet in the process. Catlike, I bemoaned the dampness, but reminded myself I should be thankful for the rain. I live in the near desert and I should be grateful for the moisture, even if it flooded my encampment as well. What is a little mud when the grass will grow another inch by tomorrow? My wet feet were a small price to pay and my house was still warm and dry, a blessing in itself when I look back on harder times.

 

It rained through the night, some far off hurricane making its way this far inland, soaking the parched earth and giving the flora the final boost it needs before winter. The deer and the elk will be better fed because of it and the springs and streams run strong. The mountains are glowing in their joy for the floods and the cactus are swollen with their stores and even the pack rats will flourish through the cold this year. I too will be well, I cut wood just two days ago and at least part of it is already safe and dry in my wood box. No wonder I felt pressed to put it up and I wish I had thought to cover the rest, but it will dry. I live in the desert!

 

I woke well rested and refreshed this morning, if still not fully myself. I should be content but I am still unsettled and my thoughts drifted to he who I still love but do not like very well. I am so grateful to be alone but still healing and there is a void in my life which needs to be refilled with all the things that once filled it. Six years ago, while wandering the wilderness for weeks at a time and I found the ‘Big Love’ I had always sought. I embraced the sun and the sky and knew it for all it was and it gave me all the joy I required in my chosen solitude. I carried it with me when I returned to the necessity of day to day life and when the adventure ended, I was well. Before I embarked on this more recent adventure, I hesitated, and it took him years to wear me down, though I allowed it also. I found solace in many things but never enough and the healing will take time, but it is progressing. Ahh, maybe that is where the pain is coming for, deep wounds always ache as they heal, and this one is closing slowly, even if I am grateful for his absence. I am done with all we were in the end and I have no desire to repeat that, and wisely I believe he feels the same. We are still friends but neither of us wants much to do with the other. That is a good thing.

 

Back to this morning. I woke well though still missing my usual exuberance. I had to go outside to get my coffee cup as I had waded through the mud last night and waved the effort for this morning. I rise before the dawn and the day was just breaking when I went out, the sky muffled by the dense clouds of a storm which is still with us at the end of the day. Unconsciously I looked skyward and spoke some words of thanks before I even considered them, so well engrained the habit has become, and in an instant I woke to all that I am thankful for! The air was heavy with moisture and the clouds billowed across the mountains and flowed down into the canyons. What more, I had to ask, could I wish for and why would I allow any measure of unhappiness to buffer that?

 

The feeling, like the clouds, stayed with me all day and as if it wanted to be sure I would not forget, lest I forget, I was reminded again late in the afternoon. I was driving to the west and I looked skyward, as I am bound to do whenever I can, and a portal opened in the clouds. Beyond the open space was blue sky and more clouds at such a distance it seemed as to reveal yet another realm of itself. I was drawn in and my spirit lifted and I remembered, again, all which defines this life itself and how inconsequential everything else really is. I am such a fool to forget that!

6 responses to “Lest I Forget”

  1. agapejacqui says :

    Ah…the joy of remembering! It seems that the universe has discovered that (for me) the best way to get my attention is to create physical pain or complete exhaustion. For it is THEN that I have little will to fight, and therefore, surrender to the gift, the lesson or simply…remembering the truth that I already know but appear to have forgotten! Bless you in your remembering much more quickly than has been my habit in the past. I’ll do my best to “remember” without the need to experience the discomfort. And for those who bring that gift to me each time, I now silently bless them with a prayer of thanks for their reminding me of the truth. And hopefully, when it happens, it will come much more gently.

  2. nancyeisen26 says :

    Love this, Cat! Having trouble signing into WordPress (the page doesn’t load), so I couldn’t comment, but just wanted to tell you how much I appreciate your candor. Sorry you’re struggling with this, it’s really hard and painful, but you’re getting through it beautifully. Keep writing. It’s lovely.

    Love you

    On Fri, Sep 9, 2016 at 11:42 AM, adventureasaconstant wrote:

    > cathieeisen posted: ” September 7, 2016 Bohemian Grace Nogal Canyon > Bent, New Mexico Lest I Forget Here is a thought that survived a busy > day when I would have captured it on the page at dawn. I sometimes forget > myself, more now than I used to wh” >

  3. sidosurkis says :

    Thank you for sharing, Cathie, I am so glad I went back to read this…it is delicious reading, like everything of yours I read. I don’t know how much you relate to Judaism, but I love this time of year as it is the time to turn inward, organically…the time when the seed falls from the tree or plant and begins its internal process of growth, it germinates all fall and winter long…to spring free and wild in the spring. As an introvert, I love this inward seeing process. Thank you for your writing. Thank you for your openness.

    • cathieeisen says :

      Sido,

      Logged in from a different computer and found this. I know I read it but perhaps never replied?? If so many thanks for the thought and the the insight. I so enjoy your process as well and relate fully to what you have expressed. We so need to meet and talk for hours! I want to go to Mexico and see you on your turf and will plant to do so, I just need a bit more time before I can break free and do so. Maybe this coming year!

      Thank you and many blessings!

      Cathie

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