Life lessons in the woods
I’ve had somewhat similar experience, but no coyote. My brother died in a car accident and somehow I wound up outside on a sunny, snowy March day looking at a huge pile of cut oak he had not finished. I started hand splitting that oak and hours later exhausted, sweaty and breathing hard I was finished. Anger gone! Accomplished! His legacy to me is splitting firewood!
Wow! Incredibly moving piece! You’re killing it! I love your work!
You rock! Very uplifting . Thanks for sharing.
You are so hard-core! I love the story and I love hearing you read it. What a great platform. Thanks for sharing ￼
Love this! So beautiful, visceral and authentic. Cheers to you!