Taiga - emotional processing

 

 

There is liberation in the cold. The deep winter that seems to freeze the air to knives and it feels like breathing knives. Exertion is dangerous, if you are out far enough, if you sweat you are dead. You could have on the best cold weather gear, eventually the cold will cut through it to your core. The capillaries in your lungs can burst and you drown in your own blood. Frost bite, hypothermia, too out right freezing. Truth is you will fail a sleep long before you die. Cold males you stupid if you let it.

I have stood in the woods and listened the sound of snow hissing as it landed en mass. I have sat by a creek to feel the weight of winter as the hard snow silenced everything but the sound water under ice. I have taken three hours to travel a mile and used my body as a sled down steep incline. The trick is to use your heels as a break. Winter is the avil of my courage,

Today I take great comfort in being a winter person. It has taught me how to survive, how to tackle problems and it has shown me so many things I use every day. I miss my deep woods and snow but i close my eyes I can feel it in my heart. My Taiga, my way, land of my heart.