The Agony of Real Life
Earthship Post #7
It’s the middle of September and I already feel the chill of fall in the air. We’re only a few feet above the valley floor, but the temperature feels degrees colder being at the base of Grand Mesa.
This has been an extremely hard week. My Uncle passed away suddenly early Tuesday morning. Then we had to put my long time writing buddy down. Panther was so sick and weak he couldn’t even walk. Dave and I agonized over whether to let him go naturally or help him. We took him to the vet and he told us he was suffering and I was actually, prolonging his life by moving him to his food and water.
We both held him and said good-bye. He went very quickly and we brought him home. Dave buried him out on the point near the rim of the ravine. He was so strong and fierce in his prime-yet after this move he withered to a mere shadow of his former self. I’ll choose to remember him as he would strut home after the Sunday morning fights with our neighborhood cats. He’d have tufts of orange and white fur between his paws, ever the victor.
We’re weeks behind now on our building due to the planning department requiring deeded access to our property. We had our attorney handle it, which helped us out tremendously. I’m certainly learning patience and I pray Dave does too and soon, or God will continue to hand us more things to handle in our life lessons.
We had a pretty powerful storm move through. They were expecting 60 MPH wind gusts. The winds starting at 9 a.m. and Dave and I got things pretty well moved and anchored as best we could. The wind was steady, but completely died in the evening.
Then around 2 a.m. the wind picked back up and the rain started. Even though it made it hard to sleep, it was welcomed. It’s been so dry the moisture is a nice change. A lot of lightning and thunder, but not too fierce.
When I got up this morning and looked out the kitchen window there was a lone coyote right by our building site. Dave was ready to chase him off, but he moved on without any trouble. He was bigger than I expected him to be. We hear them yipping close, but they’re usually gone by daybreak.
I’m constantly amazed and thankful for the beautiful, wild place we have been given to live in. What’s very cool is that we’re only a few miles from town, but we get to experience wild life up close and personal here on our mountain.
“I look up to the mountains; does my strength come from mountains? No, my strength comes from God, who made the heavens and earth, and mountains.”