I’ve heard that you’re big, heavy and mostly up for no good but I would say the opposite! Well you’re not light but you’re stable and durable. When I tell people about a workhorse I talk about you. You always take care of my gear and if for any reason it would weigh over our comfort zone you still carry it with pride. We’ve been together for almost ten years by now and both you and I have had good and horrible endless days.. you’re mine and I will always be yours. We both have more miles in us and soon we will be trekking once more.
This weekend I participated in a event with Friluftsfrämjandet. I mainly talked about backpacks and helped people with their packs for a more personal fit. I also helped out with knots and fire steel practice. Fun day!
My Boreal Guardian
In my hour of darkness you appear from nowhere. When the walls are closing in and the blackness embraces me, you are there. Silently you separate from the shadows as if to guide me or perhaps just to tell me there is glow no matter how dark the world seems.
No wonder your name means light... Light - Lux - Lynx.
Your large yellow, empathetic eyes look calmly at me as to tell me that miracles aren’t exclusive to fairytales... They not only exist, they also walk next to me. You denied my mind the right to be anywhere else than in the moment. Nothing else mattered right then - not the past nor the future. Those few minutes were gone in a second and yet felt like an eternity that ended way too soon.
I don’t know wether it was you I met that cold winter evening eight months ago or not - a part of me hopes that it was and another hopes it wasn’t. The last time you were two and you let me watch you for a couple of hours through my car window. Were you one of them? If you weren’t it means I have at least three guardians out there...
This time it was just you and I on foot together. We looked into each other’s eyes for a minute or two. You turned around twice as you walked away to look at me and to let me see you before you calmly disappeared into the quiet woods. If I hadn’t had the pictures to convince myself that it wasn’t a dream I would still think it was.
Thank you for sharing yourself with me. I am honoured and grateful to a degree I can’t even put into words. Until next time: Farewell, my friend...