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"unicorn forest"? More like Siberian Tundra

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I'd love to contribute to the "What kind of creature are you in the Unicorn Forest?" thread.

But I can't see any "forest" any more, let alone the Unicorn kind.  These days it's more like the Siberian tundra, or the steppe, or like the mountains well above tree line -- no fair folk, only the sound of the ever-prevailing wind over rocks and stunted grass.

I wouldn't say I'm depressed, though.  I'm just moving slow, and feeling the urge to find a nice well-insulated den, lined with loose hairs and pine needles and leaves, where I can go to sleep and let my body temperature and heart rate drop, and let the time go by until the world turns towards a spring, especially a spring of the soul.  I go through days where I do little more than the absolutely necessary (e.g., breathing) and when I'm more awake, a few days later, I can't for the life of me say what went on.

It's been a long 9+ month autumn, starting with various restructurings in my workplace, making it even more dysfunctional and chaotic; then the COVID lock-down and having to handle the work toxicity from my living room; then all the hassles involved with retiring; and then the anxiety around the election (I thought if it went one way, I might need to flee the country while I still could.)  I don't know if things are actually settling down or if I've just reached the point where I don't have it in me to pay attention any more.  I just kind of want to crawl into a hole and hide until the fighting's over and the dead are all dead and buried and those still living look like they will stay living for the forseeable future.


Oh Asche, it IS a difficult time for many. I hope you can find more social connections before too long. Most of us really need that. I have always thought of myself as an introvert and figured I'd do fine in isolation. Well I've sort of done ok up until now, but even I'm feeling the strain.

If work was toxic I'm glad you could retire and leave it behind.

Take care and be strong. Randy

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This morning, a verse from a Gordon Bok song came to mind:

--- Quote ---It's a pity we don't know what the little flowers know
They can't face the cold November, they can't take the wind and snow.
They put their glories all behind them, bow their heads and let it go.
But you know they'll be there shining in the morning.

--- End quote ---

Tessa James:
Hey Asche,

We are still but a few among the many.  I Just read a short story written by one of the Forest dwellers here and it has epic and mythologic relevance for us.  Yes, we do roam far and wide in our minds tho winter in this northern hemisphere is only beginning. 

Delighted to hear you are working through retirement.  It is wonderful to have such freedom and to forget about rushing about.  See ya on the trails

When the Fae flit to and fro with no construct of time,
And bears whose burrows grow shading from the light,
Are seen as giving little glimmer in the dusky twilight.
Then the forest is reclaimed.
By Nature in all their glory - seasons, plantings, weather whether all.
We quietly bide our times, watching,
To see who stirs next.


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