HOCKEY, WOLVES, AND HELP FROM ABOVE
Well, the last posting about “a walk in the park” was very nice — well, a reversal — But — a private matter. Private, I guess, until God reveals all things on Judgment Day — but perhaps things will “fixed” by then. . . .
But let’s stay with the cold outdoors here in the Far North. Another outdoors story.
January 26th, last night or early this morning, was the full moon, the one that is called the Wolf Moon. The wolves are heard, ever closer to human habitation as they search for food that is getting scarcer in the deep winter.
If you’ve ever been outside, out in the open, in the dark, and have heard wolves howling, you will have experienced some kind of primeval sense of fear and mortal danger. Even if you know their cries can be heard from miles away, you still have that sense of vulnerability.
On this planet, humans are not so high up on the food chain. There are far more skillful and efficient predators out there, looking for dinner.
My goodness. What can I write next? Where do I go from here?
This weekend, after I came home from that walk in the Spruce Tunnel, feeling pretty happy, I did my work, did my duties, then came to the family room in the evening to relax.
This was the almost-full moon I saw out my window. Not quite “wolfy,” I guess. Just rather lovely.
20 degrees for five days:
Well, that’s the rule for forming strong ice. I was heading for the fireplace, but outside in my backyard — the “klieg” lights came on!
Time for a little hockey!
Bang! Slam! S l i i i d e ! Crack !!! Ahhhh, the sounds of civilization!
You might notice that blue blur near one of the players feet.
Here it is again:
That’s the new high-tech LED hockey puck – made for playing in the dark! Hard to track with a camera, though.
This was a multi-sensory experience. Not only were there the loud sharp sudden sounds of a normal hockey game, and the clean, crisp, cold air of the night, there was the colorful blur going back and forth across the ice rink.
I love seeing my pond in use. I love having my neighbor pop in with news and updates. I love seeing that there is a good world out there, outside my window.
Because. Wolves are real. (I’m still unsettled from this weekend.) Usually it’s Bear that is my metaphor for the sudden unexpected attack of evil things in life. Once it really happened to me in the woods; and from then on — it c o u l d happen again; maybe not with real bear, but with something just as bad.
It can come all of a sudden, right while you’re feeling safe and okay.
We’re only humans. We’re vulnerable. We’re very weak. We can’t make it alone without Supernatural help from above.
God is stronger. If we are humble, He’ll get us through.