The House in the Woods: What Comes with the Wild Things
What a good husband mine is. He took all four boys away for the weekend, and I got to knock out the moving boxes. I’ve touched nearly every single thing we own, and I found all the special places for our special things. I’ve cared for Isaac’s snakes, even fed them mice. I’ve walked around the yard in my nightgown, calling my chickens and growling at my dogs if they looked tempted. We do all love chicken tenders.
We are the girl creatures here: the two dogs, my 6 lady birds, and me. All 9 of us perked in a sudden toward the hill over the pond. We call it Whisper Pond, but something yonder wasn’t whispering. There are bobcats and coyotes here like what I grew up around when I was a little girl. Maybe it was a rabbit cry.
The pond is clean, got a spring in it. The bass, the catfish, bream, they all have their special flash in the sun. They come to shore and say their hi.
I’ve got chiggers up the back of my legs and a found tarantula in a box. I’ve got wasps building castles in a covered electrical outlet, and I have a clubhouse with a pirate flag.
After the animals (I swear there’s a dead hog on the side of the road), the yip of an occasional dog, and the motor of the sometimes yard-work, there is nothing – but silence. It’s so quiet that the ears vacuum in on themselves. It has a mirage effect, a sound hallucination. Listen close, and the hills purr. They moan. Creation has a yearning heart.
Sometimes it’s hot, and we’ll take it off and go about like Eden because no one is here, and sometimes we’ll pile it on, because it’s coming cold and company. Everybody’s bringing instruments. At Whisper Pond we’ll sing. At the porch, we’ll make a fire, and we’ll sing. At the end of the night, we’ll never have been more sober.
Be afraid in the woods; I saw a cottonmouth. Be afraid, but peace isn’t absent of fear. I woke this morning in the peace of the wild things, and I was never ever in all my desert and garden-walking days more glad.
If you want more of my story, how I came to understand home and the broken way there, you can read my book Wild in the Hollow. Thank you always for joining me here.
The amazing pic up top is from my man, Seth.