Tuesday, December 16, 2014

December 16, 2014 - Footprints


The snow makes it so easy to see the animals (or people) who come and go in the woods.  Once a print is left, it cannot be erased.  It can be smudged, kicked, trampled, and tossed about until it is unrecognizable, but it cannot be erased.  There will still be evidence that someone or something was there, and then there will be evidence that someone or something tried to hide what was there.  It will melt eventually, of course, but by then it has already told its secrets.

The snow keeps us all honest.  A record is kept of our comings and goings.  If we do not want that record kept, then we do not come or go.  There is no bargaining with the snow and no sneaking.  The snow says to us, “I saw you there.  I know where you went.  I know what you did.”  The snow tells us how much is happening around us all the time that we do not even know about because we are so wrapped up in our own worlds.  The snow tells us that there is a lot more to life than just us, if we would simply pay attention.

The cold is bare.  The cold is honest.  The cold is truthful, and that’s why I like it.  What you see is what you get in the winter.  It’s the summer of which we must beware.  The summer hides the passing of many creatures and people.  The summer keeps the secrets and makes espionage and betrayal possible.  The summer says, “I will conceal your whereabouts.”  Will we still be honest then, knowing that we do not have to?

I will take the starkness of the winter.  I can deal with the winter.  I can speak to it in its own terms.

Once left, a track cannot be erased.