I walked the dogs tonight in the moonlight in the forest at the back of our house. We live in a suburb like so many others, but it’s nestled into the side of a mountain, unlike so many others. I need that space.
Kneeling in the snow with the dogs sitting beside me. Minus 20’ish Celsius. Bundled and holding the rear paws of the old dog to warm them. I said these things out loud, all of it a bit odd for me:
Thank you Creator. And thank you Mother Earth. Thank you for the forest and the mountains I depend upon. Thank you for my dogs, my Animoshag (I think I have the right word). Thank you for the freezing cold and the bright, bright light of the half moon through the forest. Thank you for giving me a place to feel at home, and thank you for giving my Animoshag a place to explore and feel comfortable in. Thank you for the bits of peace I get to feel in my days.
I’m appropriating a culture here, and I feel shame for that. But honestly, since my early adult years, it’s the only culture I have felt any significant kinship towards. I need the land, and can’t abide by senses that take it without gratitude.