I own a piece of land (75 acres) along a concession road about 5 miles out of town. I got it cheap because it was cut over (Trees harvested to make lumber) 20 years ago. But now it has started to grow back.
It is not a beautiful piece of land. It still has scares from the harvest. There is also a lot of wet lands and bogs. One part that was not harvested is now populated with old trees dying and falling.
I don't have a cabin on it. Only an old shed in which I keep my 4X4. But I love to go there, travel trails I have made, on foot or on my 4X4,
It seems to many very inhospitable. But it have come to appreciate it's savage and wild side. I go there often and I always come back feeling more alive.
It is nice to reflect on giving. But what about those who have nothing to give? Those who have to beg to survive? Or those who are in a place where life is unbearable? Those that are depressed? Those in war zones or extremely poor?
Sometimes I visit such a place because I have chronic depression. A good part of the time I am ok because of medication. But other times it is very difficult.
To me giving is very easy and receiving also. I am so grateful when I am ok, that giving/receiving
is not very important. It feels natural.
On Aug 27, 2013 Louis wrote on Kindness: The First Gift, by John O'Donohue:
I own a piece of land (75 acres) along a concession road about 5 miles out of town. I got it cheap because it was cut over (Trees harvested to make lumber) 20 years ago. But now it has started to grow back.
It is not a beautiful piece of land. It still has scares from the harvest. There is also a lot of wet lands and bogs. One part that was not harvested is now populated with old trees dying and falling.
I don't have a cabin on it. Only an old shed in which I keep my 4X4. But I love to go there, travel trails I have made, on foot or on my 4X4,
It seems to many very inhospitable. But it have come to appreciate it's savage and wild side. I go there often and I always come back feeling more alive.