Field Notes:
The Path of Least Resistance

Moving to the mountains was never part of the plan. We were city ride or die. Yet here we are all these years later living in rural suburbia doing and owning a long list of things that my 28 year old self would have vomited at just the thought of. And truth be told, it's pretty great. I am in a place in life where getting a good parking spot at Costco is high on my list of priorities. For real.

An unexpected result of moving farther and farther away from all things grandiose is an intimate relationship with nature. That's not to say I didn't always feel close to nature, but staying put for nearly 6 years right in the middle of it makes you a close sibling, rather than the distant aunt or uncle who visits a few times a year. It's in the stillness that the patterns, personalities, and relationships with nature and wildlife emerge. I'm working on some exploratory writing about these relationships and what I've learned from wildlife observation on our little mountain top. I'm not sure where it's going, or why it is, but it's happening nonetheless. And I've learned from both art and wildlife observation that abundance in creativity, ideas, food, water, or fire, needs a place to go.

The working title or category for this little section is, The Path of Least Resistance. Possibly one of the greatest lessons in life, no matter the method at which it arrives. I'll be writing first about my most recent observations of a succulent curious squirrel. A big lesson in choice and knowing. Stay tuned.

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