23 November 2016





This evening, I was once again the only person cycling through the dark forest. There was no moon and I had to be careful with the piles of slippery wet leaves and that sharp bend across the stream, but after all these years, I could probably cycle this stretch with my eyes closed anyway. All in all, I figured if there are monsters, I can handle them. Later, back in city traffic I cursed a lot at the top of my voice at the other monsters, the male drivers unable to use the indicator etc.
Possibly a hormone thing, testosterone-induced indicator blindness. Maybe they need a spell in my forest, in the dark silent forest. 
Anyway, I am home and didn't get wet, my fingers will eventually defrost and there is a nice man cooking dinner (he knows how to use indicators). We will pretend that all is well with the world. We are getting quite good at it.


7 comments:

Ms. Moon said...

Sabine- you are such a beautiful writer.

am said...

Have been listening to Don Coyhis, Mohican Nation. He talks about the traditions he grew up with, where children are taught that there is a seen and an unseen world. All the light we cannot see. All does not look well to me in the seen world, but he says there is an unseen world, too. A balance. I heard about him from a friend from the Lummi Nation.

http://www.whitebison.org

Don Coyhis says: You must create a healing forest.

Thinking of you. The dark clouds have partially lifted today, letting the sun and the blue sky be all they can be, sharing the sky with the clouds. Getting ready to start work for today. So grateful the image of you riding your bicycle home through the dark forest as R cooks dinner for both of you. Thank you.

liv said...

I am sure you are quite good at a whole lot of things, Sabine. Not the least of them being writing.

Anonymous said...

Ah, I love imagining you cursing on the top of your lungs. I think you and I would have a good time together driving the roads here where most people don't use their indicators. Breaking bread together and pretending all is well with the world. Yes, this is dinnertime here as well. Thank you for writing it down.

Zhoen said...

Staying in the fight, staying attentive.

molly said...

I agree with all of the above. You write so well and I'm quite sure you bring the same lucidity to cursing at the top of your lungs. And if you have to cycle through a dark forest isn't it lovely to know there's a prince on a white horse cooking dinner for you at the other sid?

37paddington said...

What else can we do but pretend sometimes. And sometimes pretending even makes it so.

Love.