Find Your Horizon in Times of Change

this tree is so upright in the Glen

My father was a fisherman. As girls on a boat and seasick in turbulent waters, our mother told my sisters and me to find the edge of the horizon and keep our eyes there. She explained to her pale chorus of daughters, gray cheeks and weepy eyes, that we’d find our stomachs again, once we locked eyes with that finite line where the sky and the lake met.

She was right. We felt better, one by one. Laughter returned. I have passed this knowledge on to my children, who have been on boats and planes and long car rides where motion makes them feel like throwing up and so often, the driver does not want to stop. Finding your horizon while still moving means you have to anchor your focus to that line, that mystical edge which befouled many a sailor who feared falling off the earth long ago.

 

The seas, these days, have been rolling. Many of us feel the verging quake of change.

Maybe your child is about to graduate from school–kindergarten or college? Shifts make us measure the days leading up to this moment and look ahead. We get queasy.

What happens to me, in moments like this is I miss the present. I don’t sense my feet on solid ground. I am so uncomfortable, so nauseous, in such a hurry to make this discomfort go away, that I miss being fully attentive to what is causing me anguish. Crashing waves on Lake Superior is a very tangible cause for seasickness. Shifting sands of family life is quite another and one that I often diminish as “no big deal.” The turbulent political state of the United States has legions of people looking for the horizon, hoping to claim solid footing for our nation’s future.

Where I found my horizon today

Today is the day that has been for a few years what my family calls “Mom’s art day,” when I am free from domestic responsibilities for the bulky daylight hours. But with both kids in college this year, suddenly every day is art day and I have hours to spend preparing for and teaching, hours to spend painting papers for books, plotting fund-raising to return to Armenia and please Spirit, may that be soon, and hours to focus solidly on writing, events, and book building, doing the work that has become my occupation.

Earlier this week I completed a revision of the manuscript that urged me to launch this website in 2009. It is the force that drove me forward to iterate what it is I do, want to do, dream of doing, and made me glue found feathers, make offerings, and gather my sisterhood together to create what is now my work. This manuscript will be delivered in to the hands of a colleague who will give it the first official review as I look towards publishing. I have had a few close friends read it and give me feedback, most recently by one friend, whose feedback caused a necessary rocking of my seas.

I sought the horizon and found my purchase on equilibrium by taking the manuscript apart. I have no way of measuring my success, but I do know my manuscript is better for the turmoil that difficult feedback brought in. I steadied myself in fuller time to meditate, solid time to write, a cleared off social calendar, and simplicity in as many things as I can control. My husband has been cooking dinner and bringing me treats mid-day and so far, I have worked in a way that feels like I have trained for it. No panic. No dramatics, at least not much. It has felt like a writing marathon for which I was well prepared.

With my manuscript cooling from this latest blast of work, and who the heck knows if it is good or not, but it is in a state of readiness to be reviewed, I think, I had time to move to other work. Yesterday I built the interior of a book. Today, I woke up knowing I needed to be in the woods. I fought this knowing for a few hours, I tried to be productive, but when I saw myself organizing bottles of paint on my teaching table, I had to get outside. I filled my thermos and headed out. Alone in the woods is what called me.

 

 

The tree with over 30 Common Tree Fungi all marking the horizon line.

Alone is what I was for a solid hour.

I saw tree fungus growing off a downed tree. There were least 30 conks around the tree. As you can see, the tree tilts off at a forty-five degree angle to its mates. Even so, the fungi find our horizon. Looking up at them made me realize that even in calamity, seeking the horizon, seeking equilibrium, and seeking a sense of right relationship between my sources of light and me gives me enormous comfort. The swell of comfort where I sense the ground beneath me.

 

What feeds your wild soul?

I walked in the woods thinking about Terry Tempest Williams. I met her at the Cary Institute of Ecosystems Studies in Millbrook, NY last Saturday evening. My family traveled there to hear Terry present about her new book, The Hour of Land. The whole evening was a gift of being in the presence of my chosen teacher, who spoke movingly about advocacy for the environment, and the work we do for all species, including but not limited to humans.

Much of Terry’s talk centered on wild lands, stories of bison, and the National Park System in the United States.

author, activist, and my chosen mentor, Terry Tempest Williams at the Cary Institute with SBB and Catherine Banks Baum

How often, I wonder, are you in wild land? Can you easily get yourself to a place that is un-manicured? How often are your children on pine-needled paths in the woods or out in the blast of air at the beach? Do you let yourself get lost, ever, or at least to wander? Where does your wild soul find nourishment?

 

 

I needed the woods today like I need water and fresh air. I needed to listen to something more than my many thoughts about my many projects. I needed to let a waterfall fill my senses, the velvet wall of moss a green interior in the still brown spring woodland. I came to no conclusions. But I found my needed horizon line, even among trees, the meeting place of sky and earth obscured. The fungi kept me aligned, like a gimbal in the galley.

 

What serves as a horizon line for you? From where do you get your bearings? I don’t know if all tree fungus grow like that, but I’d be curious to know what it looks like from where you live, oh dear readers, from an island off the coast of Norway to the Pacific Coast Down Under, what quiets your bellies when change ripples the ground beneath you?

 

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With love,

S

 

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  • Jennifer

    Glad to hear the book is coming along well, Suzi! It’s a process that can’t be rushed…my memoir took me 8 years to write! Enjoy the writing journey….

    • Suzi

      Thank you Jenny! I am watching you closely! xoS

  • Tara Rahkola

    I’m guiding wildflower tours @ Bartholomew’s Cobble. Love discovering new flowers every time I visit. The jacks are out today! Missed TTW but got some insights from a friend who was there. And the bison were part of it all! Tara

    • Suzi

      I am so glad Tara, that you are paying attention to the Jack-in-the-Pulpits. Now I am going to sniff around my backyard to see if mine are up yet. Much love to you and thank you for stopping by! xoS

  • Evelyn Asher

    My horizon line is in connections which today meant connecting with a corporate anthropologist online and community friends at the food bank. I felt alive in shared values. I love your storytelling and hearing about the dedication you are giving this latest draft with feedback.

    • Suzi

      Thank you Evelyn. Lucky are those who get to intermingle paths with you! Much love, S

  • Ursula Kern

    Dearest Suzi,
    How you always Know about the right Moment and the right content of your writing- i Love the fungi horizon, i saw them too.
    The sea Waves for me Are in These days to big- no Chance to Even See The Idee of a horizon- but i Know i will find It again in
    Nature, sketching, looking At my children, singing.
    Love and follow your Intention with The maniscript.
    Ursula

    • Suzi

      Thank you Ursula. Those waves are filled with love. Oceans of it. xoxoS

  • Marit

    One of my horizon lines is your blog and writings. I am really looking forward to your book. Be true to your voice in the work with the draft, it´s special. Love from Marit.

    • Suzi

      Thank you Marit! I have been thinking of you, missing our time together in Powder Keg online. I wonder what you are painting these days? I have not forgotten your paste paper questions. I am mulling over how to answer. oxS

  • Susan Fox

    I do love reading your words…my horizon, place of equilibrium is the ocean to which l escape…

    I particularly want to thank you for leaving this comment space open while many have closed this two way communication space! Good luck with your book.

    • Suzi

      Oh for sure Susan. I am so glad you are here. And I envy you the ocean. All morning a question keeps bobbing up-“it’s only a 4 hour drive, can we go to the sea today?” Right now, my horizon is all these newly greening trees, which is quite a joyful thing to behold. Much love and many thanks for your words. Comments are an integral part of this Rampant Sisterhood. xoxoS

  • Nancy Seibel

    I can’t answer your question, Suzi! Somehow I find my way back from turbulent seas or other quease-inducing conditions, but I can’t say how. I’ll have to pay more attention to that process. I think it has to do with moving into the upset if chaos, being there, then finding my way through. Is there a consistent horizon line that steadies me? Or does that vary? I’ll be thinking that. Thank you.

    • Suzi

      Oh Nancy, and you, dear one, have had plenty of turbulent waters in this past year! I look forward to what you find as you take note. I am very curious, because you have been so steady, and shown up with such courage. With love, S

      • Nancy Seibel

        Suzi, such lovely words to read this morning. Thank you! My first musings – Think of the advice for when you’re caught in a riptide not far from shore. Relax, don’t exhaust yourself trying to fight it . Breathe. Find a way to get out of the rough water, by angling across it. Find the shore, which in this analogy is the horizon, and move toward it. I’ll add a bit to this advice. Grab a life preserver. You may find yourself pitched into those rough waters.

        The shore: all that makes life meaningful, purposeful and joyful. The life preserver: more than one. Practices that allow for centering and expressing, writing, collage-making, exercise, meditation, deep breathing, poetry reading. Therapy and treatment for body and mind. The riptide is strong and you may find yourself caught in it, despite all precautions and efforts. Be at the ready!

  • Brenna Layne

    Oh, Suzi, this is lovely and deeply true as always. Such good magic you are working in the world. People like you are my horizon and true north, reminding me to breathe deep, cast off the unessential, and seek the woods.

    • Suzi

      That is where I picture you Brenna, in the woods. I hope spring is inspiring you! Much love, S