Archives for the month of: November, 2012

Best Moose Ever

She was the best moose ever. She came into the yard often especially during hunting season. She seemed to know there was safety there. I invited her to stay as long as she wanted. She bedded down behind the shed many nights then would disappear into the woods for what seemed like a long time. Then just when I thought the hunters had gotten to her she would appear again. That made me happy. There was something about the connection we had as I gazed out at her from my front window. She knew I was looking at her. She would turn and gaze back at me.

She left one day in early spring after the last of the winter snow melted and I did not see her for the whole summer. Fall came and still no moose friend. The winter snow started to fall, coating the ground of the garden where she used to stand to eat the berries hanging over the fence. Winter set in for the long haul, darkness became the norm and I gave up hope to ever see her again. Then it happened! She came back with her two babies. It was strange she would appear in the winter with babies. They were just growing out of their young calf time but they were her family and they survived the late calving.

She had no idea how her appearance gave me hope. Or did she?  You see, I had just lost my husband and was very lonely and sad. The sight of her and her twin calves represented the cycle of life at its best, the beginning. Warm life in the middle of winter is special. She walked up to the window, looked at me and walked to the back of the yard, went over to her spot at the fence and now the three of them bedded down near the old shed. My heart grew warmer and I think I could feel a smile on my face for the first time in awhile. She is the best moose friend ever.


Its Christmas time, or if you like holiday time, and all over the US there are trees being put up in city squares, in living rooms, in offices, even on porches. These trees were once alive, growing reaching for the sky. Suddenly they find themselves cut off from growth and reaching. There is something wrong with that and there is something OK with too because what these sacrificed trees  do to serve human needs at this time of the year.

The smell of pine, the green surrounding the modern earth detached, the twinkling lights hanging on the branches symbolic of stars, the mystery of the ancients who worshiped the tree bridging to present time. Then there is the gathering of people around the tree, giving gifts wrapped in pretty paper, glee in children’s eyes, hope on the faces of elders remembering childhood at the foot of the tree—repeated history and tradition intact. Even the hopeless, bitter and angry soften a bit this time of the year. Compassion and empathy come forth as hearts open wider. All because of the perfect tree who sacrificed itself for the sake of the need. The need of rekindled love. The need of peace as the angle is placed on the tip of its top.

Have a great holiday at your tree this season. Celebrate your perfect tree.

Celebrate and Be Merry

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