Percheron, full of mud and duty, returns to the plow. Bear, with patient eyes, hears them wonder, “How is he restrained by such a thin chain?” Wolf, gone from pack headship, guards hens, soul echoing with moon and forest. Who will caress the power and recognize its beauty? Who will acquiesce, slip harness, acknowledge prerogative? […]
I’m asked, “What makes you angry, really angry?” Oddly enough, it takes me a while to answer.
Malaise. That’s the word. My life had drifted, settled, compacted like the bottom of an old river. Attempts to break free from it were erratic at best. The fact that my life looked fairly interesting and that parts of it were actually pretty good only bogged me down further: why go to the trouble when […]