Tuesday, October 27, 2015

me and moose











This is my golden oak forest....guarded by deer and wild turkeys and home to the carved aspen memorial to Moose. This is the place where the path winds through the forest till it meets the rocky soul of the mountain.

This is the path I walk.

The deeper into the heart of the forest I wander, the closer I get to the trees and the farther I get from that outer me, that me that everyone sees.
The path into the woods makes me think about life.
I think about everything I've left behind and everything I've gained in the process of letting go.
I think about Moose....how someone lovingly carved their grief into the bark of an aspen after the dog was buried among the roots of the tree. I believe Moose had a good life.
And I think about the house we cannot seem to find up here and how a dear friend told me "don't push the river" but all I want to do is jump in and swim until I find that perfect house, that piece of land that speaks to me.

Yet, as I stand among the trees, surrounded by stained glass aspen and oaklight, I know that on this day, at this moment, it is exactly where I should be.

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  1. I saw the "Me and Moose" pic on Flickr and followed it here. I guess it especially touched me due to recently having our best little furry friend depart this world. Gosh...I can feel the twinge in my eyes of those tears still so close to the surface when thinking about it. Bless "Me and Moose" and bless you too for sharing this image (and all the others) and for being a best friend to your critters. :)

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    1. I am so sorry you lost your furlove. It's so hard to say goodbye to them, yet I do believe they are always with us. Thank you for stopping by and sharing your feelings. My critters send you big doggie hugs.
      x

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  2. ps....wish you the best in finding that special place.

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  3. OH. OH!! We ARE all in the trees these days, aren't we now?
    The forest, whether it be the glorious golden Oaks, the tallest Lodgepoles, the Mapes, Junipers or bark-of-white Aspens, can bring the very best out of us!
    Since being back from my train trip, I've been searching for something that's missing. I rarely go up to our local mountain...I don't know why I don't. But, I needed TREES. And there are millions of them up there!
    I'm recharged, refreshed and rarin' to go, Sagey!
    How bittersweet, the loss carved into a tree. It's really a lovely image, tho.
    You're already home, you know. That Oak forest shines just for you. Four walls and a roof, ahh..piece of cake. It's right around the corner. Wait. You'll see.
    (Remember, I know stuff) hahaha.
    Love You!!
    x

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    1. You have an awesome local mountain!! I know because I camped on it many years ago!
      And those four walls and a roof that are right around the corner? I'm holding you to that and you can come help me unpack!
      Love you right back, sista!
      xx

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  4. golly. you were in the midst of some absolutely gorgeous forest....!!

    that thing about not pushing the river??....well....i believe that when you stop looking so hard, BAM....your perfect house will appear.

    * so much love to you....

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    1. It's the most gorgeous forest....it really is. I am in love with each and every tree.

      And the house....we've kind of stopped looking SO HARD for that perfect house. Maybe it's time to let it find US.
      :)

      xx

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  5. lit from within, that's how your forest looks to me!! such beauty! and I , too, believe that your house is patiently waiting for you to find it, as you will at just the right time. it gives me joy just to think of that moment!
    xx

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    1. It's a stained glass cathedral of Nature's beauty!
      Thanks for the positive reinforcement on the house-hunting. It's just what I needed to hear!
      xx

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  6. Lovely photos. A lovely tribute to Moose - makes me think; wish they would live so much longer than 10-15 years. Positive energy being sent for that special place to find you.

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    1. I wish they lived longer too, but I also tell myself they live a shorter lifespan because there are so many of them waiting for good homes. We are lucky to give more that one or two a chance for a good life that way. :)
      And yes, that special place will find us! Thanks!
      x

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  7. Oh woman.
    There is a place for you. A place to house your body near the place that houses your soul. It is so.
    xx

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    1. :) My soul knows where home is. The rest will come.
      xx

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  8. I'm left a little wordless, honored to be able to get a glimpse of your golden oak forest. What a beautiful tribute to Moose, who will continue to touch lives through this memorial.

    I love the expression "don't push the river" (and the wonderful woman I first heard it from). So true. I myself am aching and longing to get out of Portland for good, but there's so much to do here before it can happen. It's so hard knowing your place is out there and you just haven't found it yet. But it's there, and because it's yours, it will wait for you.

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    1. It IS hard to be patient when you know what you want. Your time will come too, and you'll find that perfect way to move forward and away from the city.
      xx

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