Introduction to My New Life

I’m retired now and fortunate to be living a rural, quiet life on two acres in Northern California. I have an exquisite view of Mt. Shasta and the Klamath River. In the evening I look up to the moon; it may be a fingernail moon, a half moon or in between, or a full moon. There is another land formation in my front porch view — a hill — no, more than that — a mountain — no, less than that. It is a large geographical feature that lends power to the valley. Beyond and to the southeast I see magnificent Mt. Shasta. The view from my house to the surrounding scene is clear, clean, uncluttered by fog or smog. This is one of the amazing experiences: realizing the clear and crisp imagery when beholding my surroundings. It seems surreal, like viewing a postcard. When there is fog, it is fresh, clean, and floats until the sun dissipates it. The views from every window often halt me with their clarity; I have felt overwhelmed with the “reality” with which I’m surrounded. Other senses which entrance me include sound: I can hear the river flowing, perhaps because there is a swift current, almost a rapids in some sections. I notice the birds, whether it is a meadowlark or little sparrows or finches, or the geese and duck returning north.

My new location is isolated and one of the first pleasures I dealt with (because it is a bit overwhelming) is the sparse traffic, and the lack of sirens and automobile horns. I’m four miles from Interstate 5. On windless days I can hear the trucks on the Interstate, but in the beginning I sensed almost an unsettling quiet. Yet I also knew this is what I had been yearning to recapture — a life closure to nature that I knew as a youth.

Just a side note: Writing of the Interstate and the big rigs reminds me how much I appreciate truck drivers; they keep us fed, clothed, and in receipt of our numerous purchases such as groceries and staples; gardening and lawn equipment, home furnishings, miscellaneous orders of all kinds. In amazing numbers they drive our interstate highways keeping us supplied. And since I have moved I have certainly relied on delivery trucks for my online orders as I furnish and update my new residence. So, I’m not saying that all transportation should come to a halt; I am saying that when we can return to nature it is a healing experience. I’m also saying that I respect the work of the truckers and I always give them room when I’m traveling and remember to appreciate their choice of labor.