The Hunters

I've been sick for about a week now. Too much celebrating last week, and not enough sleep. Anyway, I was in bed for about four days and then one morning while I was still in my bathrobe and towel on my head, I heard a knock at the door. I hadn't seen anyone for days, and my body ached, but I was also BORED. When I answered the door (still in my bathrobe), there were two young hunters at the door....young, good-looking hunters! They explained they had shot a deer nearby on state land and wanted to cross my land to go get it. Had I been thinking clearly, I would have insisted they bring me some venison steaks later, but I was so in awe at seeing anyone show up at my door, let alone good looking men, I was pretty much speechless. (I think they were a little surprised to find a young woman in her bathrobe too!) You have to understand the irony of my giddiness. I HATE hunting. I don't like facial hair, yet these two had full beards (albeit, well-kept beards). Even so, seeing these two show up at my door was basically my thrill of the week. That's a pretty sad commentary on the state of things lately....

By the way, here is a cool You Tube video that was shared with me http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EBhFV_8RHKU

On Being a Hermit

A lot of people come to Montana to escape from the world. They want to be alone, explore their spirituality, and put themselves into an incubator for re-birth. It can be a good thing, unless they decide to stay in the incubator forever.

I have been thinking about my status here for the last few days, and whether or not I'm one of "those" people. You know. The crazy Kazinski type that everyone thinks of when they hear "Montana". It's hard to believe people still jump to that visual first, but they do.

Well, an old friend must have read my mind today because when I told him I was sitting in front of a crackling fire, he e-mailed me to say (almost as if he had given up on me), that he assumes I've become a hermit. Well, I say to him that I've just taken a "time -out". We all have the right to take a time-out, re-calibrate, and prepare for reuniting.

Besides, another friend from Chicago sent me a photograph of his view (after seeing my view of he mountains). I dare say, his view of an empty lot and parked cars certainly makes being a "hermit with a view" feel ok for now.

We must remember, no matter what happens, that we are all here for a reason and life is to be treasured; to be enjoyed. We need to embrace change, and embrace our community – whether you live in a large city, or a small town. We are nothing without each other, and we are all one. To live separate from other people, is to live separate from yourself. My friend is right for balking at me, as if to say..."not too long".