Rainy mountain morning. So our long walk was instead a shorter walk in the cove, on our road – (and someone asked about a photo in the album above – the trail or road? If you are talking the blacktopped one that has autumn leaves scattered on it -that is our road; if you mean the leaf- and pine-coated dirt trail, that is a trail at Lake Junaluska – or was there another?)
While walking, we saw a HUUUGGE pile of scat on the road above- something HUUGGE made that pile….bear? Big Cat? I saw bear tracks in the snow a few winter’s ago. I’ve seen the bobcat, but bobcats are too small for that scat leaving. Once thought I saw a panther, and once our neighbor saw a large mountain cat. A few weeks back, a neighbor drove up and a bear was sleeping on the road – right in the road. Critters are looking for Place, too. This is my Home. This mountain cove at Killian Knob in Haywood County: Maggie Valley, North Carolina.
This morning I take Maggie Lou to the vet – yes, I have decided I like the spelling “Maggie” because it comes more naturally to my fingers as I type it. Right now, she is curled up at my feet – she is settling in so very well! What a sweetie she is. Nannette made the point she may not have been abused, just skittish – and I agree. We do not think she was abused (one never knows, but still), but, instead, not feeling safe, and no telling what she went through as a stray. Maybe people ran her off, or something happened to her that made her frightened. Or, maybe, she just needs to have a place called home. She’s funny about things, like going out of the front door. She’ll stand there, afraid to come out, and I coax and coax until she’ll tentatively come on out. Other times, she comes on out, yippy kai yi yay! There’s no way to know what goes on in her mind. Last night she played some with Jake and me, and this morning she let out a few barks and jumps at the “boomers” (little red squirrels). She is finding Home is here.
So, thinking about Place and Home – themes in Tender Graces: Virginia Kate wants to belong so bad, she wants Place, Home, Belonging. I am curious — do you feel as if you have always had a home, a place, that you Belong? Is it where you are now, or is it where you were born? Is your parents home your sanctuary? Where is your Sanctuary?
Or! I wonder: where would you go if this was your last day on earth?