Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Highcountry Hymns

“Now bugs are gonna start popping…” Jay’s voice floats on the last gust from the west end of the lake. Standing in willow bog to my ankles, glacial fed water numbs mosquito bites as I untangle my line from roseroot drooping over peat banks as Narcissus.

For minutes the wind dies, towards sunset.  And here, for moments, all is as it should be. At least as I’ve worked it out in my head. Midges hatch, trout rise, and soon we will go to bed with the sun. Like being tucked in by a woodstove on a snowy day, this, is a world put to rights. Balanced, my feet on its tip-top, standing on its head peaked with white crowns. Here, I see clearly. Through the clouds that build every day is the reminder that while they are constant; yet they will part, break up, move on. The twilight will fall into darkness, and in the cycle of lives they are always there and will remain. Circling like seasons on a preschool felt board – Nature plays her hand as we learn. And hopefully, remember.



Remember these moments, which threaded together make the memories that make lives. Holes here and there, yet holding strong. They are a narrative of time, place, people – the stories that when once we reach the end, stick together like a song. Like the old one you pushed on a shelf, marked in a red-bound hymnal that comes back again and again, worming a hole in your ear and doubt. For in it, you can hear your mother singing and taste grape juice waiting for amen on your tongue. 


38 comments:

  1. "Remember these moments, which threaded together make the memories that make lives. Holes here and there, yet holding strong."

    I find that sometimes I need to be reminded of this. Good or bad, holes here and there, they are still the fabric that make us who we are. I call this counting blessings. You've been missed my friend and thank you.

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    1. Howard - I am always here. Just juggling...and a bit of a klutz. Thank you for the kind words, and I'm glad I could remind you of the blessings around you. Even if the fabric is a bit torn. That's where character comes in...

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  2. "The twilight will fall into darkness, and in the cycle of lives they are always there and will remain. Circling like seasons on a preschool felt board – Nature plays her hand as we learn. And hopefully, remember." - Great, I'm gonna use that in a eulogy. b

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  3. A short piece, but concentrated -- to be savored amid of all the useless and utilitarian words my eyes read today. It illustrates your theme wonderfully. Thanks!

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    1. voyageur pursuits - Thank you much for the kind words, and taking the time to stop by.

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  4. I hear the verse, I know the chorus....and where the book is stored.

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    1. Corvus - It will come out and be dusted off again. I hope.

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  5. My, my. I have missed the way you see the world, Erin. Glad this hymn found its way here from the beautiful places you call home.

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    1. Emily - Thank you! Thank you. I'm so glad you came to read.

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  6. Your return here reminds me of how much you've been missed. Lyrical. Lovely. Layered. Thanks.

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    1. Mike - Many thanks, as ever. This felt good. Thanks for sticking around.

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  7. Erin who? ;o)

    Its been a while and I miss your words. Written with skill and wisdom this reminds us once again just how talented you are. Don't stay away so long.

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    1. Dave - ha! Just a lot of writing going on, behind the scenes. ;) I'll try to get more out. Thanks for not giving up on me!

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  8. I'm still singing in your ear...can you hear my echos rising up from the plains?

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  9. Ahhh... the holes of life and the tapestry of the journey... I have many blessings and count them each day. Just to be waking up in the morning and reading this is one of them! Now, when were the bugs gonna start popping? = )

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    1. River Damsel - Right!? Thanks for sharing the morning.

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  10. That's quite some pensive prose Erin.
    A wonderful piece that shares some personal reflection yet, evokes our own thoughts and memories. Poetic license at its provocative utmost. Bravo.

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    1. Richard - High words of praise there. Many thanks!

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  11. "worming a hole in your ear and doubt."

    I really like that, Erin. Thanks for putting this out here. Take care -

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    1. Casey - Thanks so much for taking the time to read and comment. Glad you enjoyed it! Cheers.

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  12. You're writing is like how Micheal Jordan was in the NBA. It's on another level.

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    1. Kevin - That is quite the comparison! Thank you as always.

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  13. I would like to be there, seeing clearly. It comes and goes for me. And even when it is there, it tends to wear off with the wine :)

    great writing. from the comments, and the editorials I've been seeing, it sounds and looks like you are busy doing something you enjoy. congrats!

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    1. David - It comes and goes for me too...and is clear only when I'm in the mountains. Hear hear on the wine. ;) Thanks for stopping by and for the good words.

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  14. I don't have any words for this Erin. One of my favorite pieces by you. Another level indeed.
    Ty

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  15. Banjo certainly has a happy look about him...

    You are a fine writer Erin, an inspiration in fact.

    RR

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    1. RR - Banjo is a happy dog indeed. Thank you, as ever, for the good words. Thank you for stopping by!

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  16. OH Erin, this is breathtakingly beautiful! Once again you have brought tears. The sweet kind.

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    1. Hart - I am very glad. And you are very kind.

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  17. At times, whether I'm standing on the "tip-top" or deep in it's bosom up "to my ankles" in a quiet,darkly shaded brook I find this echoing in my head "Nearer my God to thee.." And..Banjo is looking great!

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    1. penbayman - As the elevation heightens, so do our thoughts, eh? Thanks for stopping by and for the good words. Cheers - e

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  18. hope all is well in your canyon and you've come out safe and dry.

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  19. David - Safe and dry! Made it through a lot better than many of our neighbors. Thanks for thinking of us here...

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