“I’ve clocked many miles, with few words. Not unlike last winter, but more so. When I’m stuck, I invite the elements, to test me. It’s an awkward formula. The snow hasn’t always been perfect, for me. I can’t help but feel like a moth, sometimes, banging against a lamp shade. A night out with a friend, is rare in these parts. But when it happens, you’d better pay attention. “One thing my father told me, is to never stop trusting”, he said. Out of all of our conversation over pizza, this is the one thing that stood out. I’m not sure how I responded. I guess I needed to hear it. Because my trust level, is at an all time low. One way to address this, is to study your terrain, with a finer toothed comb, and to pull over, if you need to, to take in a river at flood stage, or a local road, falling apart, from frost damage. Severe terraforming is happening, all around us, especially now, in the terrible month of March. The most unpredictable, yet revealing month, of drama, and back sliding, astride flamboyant promises. I’ve begun to cut myself, some slack. We can only see a pie slice of what’s really going on, not the whole pie. So I don’t expect to be smart about stuff, just observant. The whole discussion that happened at my general store about tofu salad sandwiches, came sort of accidentally. “Someone got this stupid idea that vegetarians want wraps”, I said, not meaning to be pompous. “But really, most of us just want good bread, and stellar mayonnaise, and a tasty sandwich”. It was my good fortune, that the store manager traveled south, through White River Junction, not infrequently. “Go to the Upper Valley Food Coop”, I continued. “They’ve had the best vegetarian sandwiches for literally, decades.” How could I be so bold? Well, I pay attention. If anything, March brings up gnarly issues, that have long been suppressed. Do yourself a favor, and don’t hold back.”
