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A winter nights survival The golden orb rising in the vast ebony sky, cast a ray of light that send shadows scambering amongst the dozing trees. Sending my mind into imaginings of what may lie in wait for the uncanny step of foolishment. Here withen the forest of the mountains domain, naught can be taken for granted. One mistaken step or act of ignorance, could lead to ones injury or death. Merciful would be a sudden cease of life, although tis more likely the slow death of starvation alone, no help in sight. The fire before me dances with a glee that radiates,not only its life saving warmth but a serenity and security to soul. In its glow lies survival. Around me ,the air is so cold that my very breath is invaded with hurt and the painful tingling of my limbs,warn me of my danger. Cunning is needed to survive this night. Although my body screams in protest,I force myself to movement,large rocks I gather in the moons rays, to bury in the embers of my flickering allie of life. Then once again I huddle close to the warmth that the reddish golden flames gift to me. I sip the burning heat of broth ,savoring the burn as it painfully glides to my depth. Slowly ,my quaking quiets and I warm. This mountain peak that I call home on this frozen night,shows me the awesome gift of lifes most basic realities. Here, in this place I truly except my oneness with all in the quest for survival,as well as the inevitability of my own mortality . The wind cries eerily in the tree tops and the thunderous clapping burst of the sap of the trees own blood of sap bursting in frozen death galvanizes me to action once again. I too could yet lose my life this night. I pull the now heated rocks from the fires soul to surround my bedroll with there heat , My shelter a tarp of plastic, I bring low to the earth entrapping warmth in its protecting shelter. Now may I rest this night in as much comfort as possable. As I nestle snug in my shelter,I am filled with gratitude and joy I am greatfull to the great spirit for the gift of survival and proud in soul at this very accomplishment. As I drift off to sleep I pray that tommrrow I will again be so fortunate. |
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