My two university courses are starting this week. One will teach ‘critical thinking’. I signed up to get away from the influential cloak of the world’s point of view. I want to freshen up ways to look at a challenge; to upgrade my resolve.
Then my friend’s book, The Color of The Wild, arrived. Every sense was injected with the juice of genius. This is the closest I’ve allowed myself into becoming a “wannabe”.
Gin Getz, so determined and so aware of her needs, experiences multitudinous flavours of solitude – a woman of my ilk and kith. Even in the milieu of many, she scoops her time and space to create, regenerate and be – alone.
A single mother, it took time to find the man who stands beside her today…not only in stature, but in his ability to love with matched dignity and profound depth. With uncanny parallels as a base for commitment, Gin and her son adopted Bob, now a phenomenal husband and father.
Her book kept me from sleeping. The next morning during Yoga, mindfulness thinned and I strove to keep myself from riding horseback, beside this woman, into the headwaters of the Rio Grande:
I wrote in Goodreads:
Just when you think all the adventures have been done. Just when you think only big, loud and pushy people can survive a winter’s wild wonderland. Just when the world has convinced you it’s impossible to live without all the latest conveniences and trappings…
…along comes three people who show us another way to think.
Whether they nurture domesticity in the folds of a Colorado mountaintop, ride horseback into backbreaking “ditch clearing” duties that determine the direction water will flow…whether they grieve over the ravages of a relentlessly destructive beetle or mend each others hearts after the inevitable loss of beloved animals, when you read this book, you’ll live with three hardy souls, rendered as tender and fragile as the aspen leaf in autumn, who take time to hunker down and wallow in gratitude over nature’s endless and abundant giving and taking away.
Yes, it takes grit. But it takes more.
Let Gin Getz show you.
How innocently I found such good reference material for my course in “Thinking” when I opened Gin’s book.
(For even more exposure to critical thinking, my next read is Victoria Slotto’s “Winter is Past”. It’s about a woman who donated a kidney to a dear friend five years previously and is now in danger of losing the remaining kidney. How would I feel being the one who received the kidney?! )