Watching the forest come alive this morning as a hawk is being severely harassed by squirrels and small finches. He is after the young ones, I think. The squirrels sound like mothers barking at a stranger about to harm their children. The finch is dive bombing the hawk’s head, brave little mom. So goes my newly revived appreciation of nature during our pandemic isolation.
I am reminded of the time our family decided to camp on our property in North Georgia for a week. There was nothing there but woods, a stream, a driveway and a long abandoned giant satellite dish. The previous owners must have installed it before electricity and then left it to ruin. They wanted their tv before lights, water or a place to do their business. Then I am guessing they ran out of money because nothing else was cleared except for a few paths down to the stream.
Leon was an excellent camper and in fact stayed outside even at our home. His fires were perfect, he could set up a rainproof tent, and he could cook in an iron skillet. So Erin and I placed our confidence in him that it would be fun and an adventure to camp there. We had camped many times but there were a few things we failed to take into consideration about this particular camping trip. That was the afore mentioned lack of amenities. We had camped before where sites were set up with water, electricity and a beautiful clean concrete building with while porcelain thrones. Oh, and there was always either a pool or a spring to swim in.
First of all, we had to bring EVERYTHING. I felt like I was moving into an apartment. The very first night it rained like crazy complete with thunder and lightening, so no sleep. We were dry, almost…. until the tent started to collapse under the newly formed stream. The next morning Leon fixed the tent but he couldn’t fix us. Erin refused to use our makeshift bucket toilet so I had to take her to the Racetrac that was thirty minutes in both directions. Well that did take up at least an hour of the day but what could we do for the remaining 23?
There is that initial shock. I am stuck here so what can I do? What are things that I have put off because of lack of time. At home, you clean. At camp, you set things up and rearrange them over and over.
Next you want to go buy things. At home during a pandemic, you are not supposed to unless they are necessities. What are necessities? Things to make your life better. At camp, same things …. a hammock, new lamps, magazines (we didn’t have internet).
Then you settle in and start to look around at the beauty that surrounds you. At camp, you stare at the stars at night and watch for lightning bugs. We did things like play cards together, tell stories and we went to bed right after dark. We all slept side by side. During this isolation, when I am alone, I think about those memories and more. How they make up who I actually am.
Eventually, while camping you contemplate the universe. No different, when you are isolated by a pandemic.
Finally, there is the peace that just sweeps over you in either situation, camping or pandemic isolation. You are ready to leave but you will take with you a new feeling that no matter how much longer this earth survives with the people living here, it will be like the water that flows, the flower that grows and the wind that blows. It just does and so will you.
We left our land with a new sense of gratitude for the experience we gained in living our lives isolated in a forest. Today I too am grateful for my own personal step back away from the stress brought on by just being. If nothing else this isolation has given me a renewed sense of the order of the earth much like that little family camping trip did so many years ago. I hear the woodpecker ‘s busy drilling, the buzzing of the dirt dobbers and the chatter of the birds, and I know we are all as we should be.