So, it’s New Years Eve.
Every new year, since I first came to Alaska, has marked profound changes in my circumstances and in my dreams. This is the first time in many years that I’ve spent this transition away from old friends – my heart’s family. In fact, at the moment, I’m completely alone except for my dog. If I can’t be with loved ones, I’m glad to be by myself. There’s a little extra gravity to sitting and thinking and writing alone. Later on I’ll go get Geoff and we’ll go to the community hall and join the fiddle dance, but for now I’m free to sit here in perfect silence and consider.
It’s been a year of changes around here: Congress voted to open ANWR and Arctic Village got cell service.
There were some pretty great achievements: The inservice snowmachine trip last March, the school play, learning to skijor with Daazhraii, the Christmas party, the river trip, dipnetting our limit on the Kenai, finally getting the Bravo running properly, doing stained glass with the art class, reading Harry Potter aloud to the elemiddles, that time I got my tongue stuck to an axe-head and then unstuck.
I was in town last week, mostly to take the GRE, but also to do some shopping. When the plane took off yesterday morning, I slipped back to my first flight to Venetie. We flew over a dawning Fairbanks where the streetlights were painting the parking lots and roads with pale pink circles, the Chena was steaming, everything was smoking and billowing in the cold, catching the little light of the almost-sunrise, and the lights of town were golden. It was exactly as I remember it from that first time, three years ago, when I was hurtling headlong and helpless into the unknown.
This time looked the same on the outside, but it felt entirely different. I was going home in a plane full of familiar faces, not alone into some unknowable adventure.
In that first year, I left things behind and began from scratch.
In the second year, I found my feet and my skis and a kind of real happiness.
This year, I grew strong and brave. I have learned to navigate on the rivers of the interior, I have camped alone in the winter, I have been stuck in overflow, I have chosen trees and cut them down and chopped them into firewood, I have learned to flush the fuel lines/grease the shaft/change the spark plugs/replace the pump and filter, I have slept on a bed of spruce needles fifty miles from anywhere at forty-five below.
This was the year of Daazhraii:
This was the year of Lyra:
This was the year of firewood:
I have been able to look forward and outward this year. I am applying to graduate school. I am counting down to the release of this year’s state land sales brochure. I’m daydreaming about the rivers I will explore in Lyra, the chickens I will raise if I wind up living in Fairbanks for a while, the cabin I want to build somewhere remote some day.
It’s a good view, this teetering on the the brink of new things. I can see the sun coming up on some pretty great stuff, and this new year’s full moon is lighting up the things behind and around me that make my life awesome: students who are beginning to come into their own, a dog who makes everything sunshine, a fella who is maybe even more independent than I am, friends who are orbiting the same sun, mountains and miles of snow, and a community hall that is even now beginning to fill up with dancers.
4 thoughts on “Reflection”
Beautiful reflection on your growth and loves. Came at a great time as I am snuggled into bed in my camper, at a cold for Texas 29 degrees, under the down quilt I use in Alaska with my dog sleeping on my feet. Made me miss you and the kids, although you all are close to my thoughts always. Made me miss Alaska. Inspired me to write my blog. “May you build a ladder to the srars and step on every rung. May you have a strong foundation when the winds of changes shift. May your heart always be joyful. May you stay Forever Young”.
Thanks Leslie! Sounds cozy. Nothing beats a dog on the toes!
I’m keeping my fingers crossed that your snowmachine repair skills will soon reach a level where you can tell us how to replace the track on our ancient Skandic as we seem to be too stupid 😀
Good on ya. Everything you’re doing.
Not there yet, but Geoff rides a Skandic. I’ll watch carefully if he ever replaces the track.
The latest is bunny snares. I’ve set myself a mini trapline that I can easily ski every day even once school starts. So far, no good, but it’s not a big bunny year.