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How to have a truly happy new year.

For the first time in years, I don’t remember my New Year’s resolution from January. Usually, I write it down in my journal or on a note I stick to my mirror. There’s been many of those dog-eared sticky notes from years past. The year of contentment. Speaking life. We passed pancakes across the breakfast table on January 1st this year. “What do you want from 2018?” I can’t remember my answer. I know what I didn’t want though. I didn’t want to walk into her office and share the parts of my life I’m inclined to hide. I didn’t want to Facetime her the day after she delivered her baby that never breathed. I didn’t want to spend four months wondering how I’d walk into her house on Christmas day and see her empty chair. I didn’t want to go on another first date that led nowhere. We sit across from each other in a little coffee shop in Colorado, picking at a charcuterie board. “When I think about all of the things I have left to go through,” her voice cracks....
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Churchill River Reality

We sit around the fire and sing.

We sing with dirt on our faces.

Dirt underneath our fingernails.

We sing with scrapes on our knees and blisters on our hands.

And when everyone goes into their tents, I take one last look at the moonlight bouncing off the wrinkles in the Churchill River.

The silence writes a story.

I wonder why I love this so much. This wide-open wilderness. Three days away from civilization.

For eight days, I have not read the newspapers.

Unplugged from the real world.

But everything seems more real where the skies are bigger and the wind is more vocal and the birds are less shy.

Why is it that when I get my internet back I feel more disconnected?

In the wilderness, there is no opportunity to worry about the information on a screen.

Food, sleep, and relationships. The things that matter are the things in proximity.

Not the clouds in cyber-space.

It’s simple. Catch enough fish so we can eat. Talk to the girl sitting beside you at the fire because she’s the only one you have there.

Pray. Because the wilderness is where human frailty is realized.

In the bush, the weakness of the body is apparent. The binary between life and death.

The soul is unmistakable.

And the cross is the biggest reality. 

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