“A noble and good cause, a gentle and handsome memory—but between them I found no space for the present.”
What a long, long—very long, hike it was. From Walden-Parke Preserve to the 100 Mile Wilderness is little more than a stroll as it lies in the map. I suppose I have found a new appreciate for the vastness of Maine.
Nearly fifty miles and, sunrise to well beyond sunset, and my legs burn. I’ve laid out my sleeping bag on the bare ground, not cover overhead, no fire. The thought of setting up camp feels a crushing obligation and so I have let it roll off my shoulders with the weight of my backpack. Sending this short report is the extent of, perhaps beyond the extent of, my energy reserves and I ache for the embrace of my sleeping bag.
I on my journey I picked up a couple of hand-made CDs from some young folks I met along the road, I’ll share one now and one another time. The one I’ve worn like a cool, wetted bandana one a sunburned neck has been “A Matter of Faith” by Squinch Owl. It reminds me of the purpose of this retreat of mine, to reacquaint myself with the present.
Oh little life that you were,
A path I found hard to ignore,
But living in the future always made me sore,
You always said I ought to listen to you more
For so long my life was so very focused on protecting the future of the Warren, and all the lovely things within its bounds, from the treacherous designs of Mr. Jim. Then, with him safely restrained I thoughts shifted to the past, to my long-past life in Dripstone. A noble and good cause, a gentle and handsome memory—but between them I found no space for the present. And what is more valuable than the present?
Well I feel like I am finding the answer to that question here in the Maine Woods and the answer is—nothing.
I am here and I am at peace.