Earth School

I hadn't planned to record the other day because the last few ideas I shared with the camera lost their relevance compared to Easton's curiosity and simple enthusiasm. But I got jumped by something that's been circling in the background for a a while. When my father passed away 18 months ago we hadn't spoken in years, over a decade. I believe the term is "estranged", and it was my decision to be so. After a few months of sitting with that distance I began wrestling with the why of it, and started to feel like my facility with the knife may not have been appropriate in this case. Especially since using it could have been habit instead of a conscious act. Of course, there's no rewriting the past or our actions but it is possible to learn from both. And even if we can't apply the new understanding as resolution of the situation that taught the lessons, maybe the swirling thoughts and misunderstood emotions calm down, allowing us to walk a slightly easier path forward. So I keep hiking, introspecting, and learning from Easton, the psychopomp, a wise and helpful beast.