Channel and Harness

Explosions would be happening everywhere.  Fireworks would be thundering all around.  Parties and dancing would be taking place as far as you could see and happiness and excitement would encompass you if you could actually shrink yourself to cell size and leap into my bloodstream and chest.  The impulsive passion that hits me is truly some kind of wonder.  If I could keep this alive continuously and constant I would be some type of super hero, but I'm not, so it leaves and basically pulsates into me at it's own surprising schedule.  Luckily it's quite often as I love the outcome and feeling.  How awesome it would be if I could bottle it up and sell it.  I suppose then it would be considered a drug - sure sounds like one.  Maybe it is - a self induced emotion and reaction.  Actually, I think not.

I'm not working today.  I have to listen to thy self and take the time I need in which South America taught me to realize.  Right now I need a day to re coop from a great Thanksgiving and weekend hunting pheasant in south central Nebraska.  Hunting those roosters with my Pops and two good buddies from Omaha I grew up with is always a great time.  We stayed at these "Sportsmens' Apartments" that are fully furnished in a town that is less than 145 people.  All the apartments are rented out from hunters all across America.  We have fun networking with them and learning what each group is hunting.  The place is full of all sorts of hounds and hunting dogs so a good nights sleep isn't likely, but that's ok as we're hunting and sleep doesn't matter.  These apartments are near Harlan reservoir which claims to have the best water fowl hunting in Nebraska.  I believe the lake is close to 12 miles around and over 13,000 acres.  Good size lake.  Most the hunters are there for the duck and geese.  Some are there for the rabbit.  We were there for the pheasant and quail.

Such beauty out there when you're actually walking the fields and hunting.  It truly gives you a sense of peace that can only be found in the country.  Alone, and far away from any farm house, town, or rat race back home.  What a feeling.  It also sheds light on the dangerous conditions that exist with the elements and ways of the wild.  Interesting to see and observe all the different wildlife you come across.  Sometimes they haven't a clue that you're present.  Also interesting to think of the animals that were observing me - while not having a clue.

Several places I would have loved to just lay down with my shotgun and take a nap.  Disappear into the grass like a little insect.  Especially when exhausted, trudging through the tall, wild, grasses of a meadow surrounded by a stream and several acres of picked-corn to the south and to the north more corn and an old overgrown railroad route from which the actual tracks and rails were removed decades ago.  Ducking into the grass and just letting it's thickness support your weight as you roll to a side could easily become a bed for a few hours.  Vanishing from the sight of anything and keeping you safe from the cold, late November wind.

I also need this day for creativity, rest, and mental preparation for the objectives ahead in terms of finances and income as well as spiritually to be where I want to be in the coming days.  I believe taking this time and putting life first and work second helps replenish the energy and drive I hold to make happen what I need to happen for my family, our happiness, and well-being.  Thank you God for giving me the time in South America to function mentally, physically, emotionally, and most of all Spiritually the way in which is best for me... and that connects me to you, Jenny, life, and work.

It is now noon and I've got a lot accomplished in terms of the personal life and filling the urge for my creative side.  I have an afro rockin' out from wearing a stocking hat the last few days over my long, curly hair, and a good 4 day beard from hunting in which I cannot WAIT to shower in the next few minutes and then shave off (or just clean up a bit with some nice angled shaves).  Gotta keep the beard.  It's super cold outside, gusty, and thick gray skies are lurking above trying to snow.  The streets are glowing from the sheen of freezing water and ice.  Definitely a cold, true winter day we all read about in the story books.  Glad I'm choosing to live this day instead of work. 

How's your story shapin' up?

Until next time, warm and comfortable, from my den.

AA