Becoming One with Beasts
I started the day brimming with ideas and optimism.
I thought: "Since I'm blogging every day, maybe I could start collecting writing prompts! I'll have 365 prompts by the end of the year, and then I could make an ebook to inspire other bloggers!"
That's as far as I got. I spent the rest of the day trying to keep the kids entertained. We went to my mom's house for a while, then to the library for Duplo hour.
The kids played while I read a few paragraphs of "Being a Beast: Adventures Across the Species Divide." The book's premise is borderline absurd: author Charles Foster, in an effort to better understand animals, adopts their living spaces and lifestyles. But the language is hauntingly beautiful.
This passage particularly resonated with me:
"A few weeks in a wood doesn't make you local. Localness means that you weave around your moldering ancestors. Yet our human lives are so long, and our capacity for skin shedding so great, that we can become our own ancestors. The ground in which the ancestors molder has to be real, not figurative. But we can settle in a place, and by living sufficiently completely to each moment, die completely to each moment, too, so that the place becomes littered with our own corpses, and we can fix our landscapes by reference to our graves."
After a day of childcare, I have no brainpower left for beautiful words of my own. But in an hour the children will be sleeping, and I'll be able to lose myself in the world of Charles Foster: otter.