In the cabin next to mine once lived a World War I veteran named Bill Waite who lived in a small cabin (below), less than 400 square feet with no insulation, for 40 years.
When I first bought my cabin, I wondered how he survived the winters here, not physically but emotionally. Although a few of my neighbors live here all year round, back in the 1950s and ‘60s it was less common, so Bill would have had few human companions in winter, no one to chat with about the weather or the coyotes he heard howling at night.
For a long time, I wondered what he did all day. I've been told that he was a reader and that he had a dog. And there’s always work to be done: chopping wood, keeping the fire going, maybe hunting, making meals, hauling in water.
But it was mostly a solitary existence in winter. And it’s only now, in my third winter at the cabin, that I’m starting to get a glimpse of what it would be like to be here all winter every day, rather than my two-day forays from my Boulder home, where I can be endlessly entertained by email, my cats, lunches with friends, or news from NPR.
On my winter walks at the cabin, I rarely see anyone out, so there’s a sense of solitude but also of spaciousness, as if I could walk or wander anywhere or let my thoughts go in any direction. But more than that, everything slows down, so things I wouldn’t ordinarily notice in a more urban and chaotic setting become apparent. Subtle things, like the pattern of the wind-whipped snow, the murmurings of the chickadees coming from above me in the aspen trees, the muffled sound of the creek under ice and snow. And always, the sound of the wind rushing through the trees.
Gradually, life slows down so I’m hardly aware of being separate from anything around me; it’s as if my heartbeat matches the rhythm of life around me: the streaming clouds, the horses that look up from eating, the flock of crows flying overhead in the blue sky. The slow, subtle undercurrent of life pulls me along so I don’t need to do anything but let myself flow with it. It feels like a state of altered consciousness.
I don’t know why Bill Waite decided to live here alone. I heard that one of his neighbors offered him a radio to keep him company, but he said he preferred to listen to the wind in the pine trees. As he gradually absorbed the rhythms of life in this high mountain valley, he must have slowed down, as we all do when we're here, so all you want is to keep feeling this: the silence and sense of openness that fills your heart.
"the silence and sense of openness that fills your heart"....sigh, lovely.
Posted by: shoney | December 26, 2011 at 05:18 PM
This is so lovely! I have personally found that it takes at least two weeks immersed in an undisturbed wilderness setting to finally reach a state of oneness with it, to feel like you could stay forever and wouldn't be missing out on anything. When I was a child my family used to go to a northern lake where we had no neighbors, no power, no phone. I went through phases of boredom and restlessness on our longer stays of 5-7 days. It was after stays of two weeks or longer than I hated having to go back to the city, because I finally felt at peace where I was . . . and it WAS a luxurious stillness, openness and silence. So, I can understand why your neighbor could stay 40 years.
Posted by: Laurel | December 27, 2011 at 02:00 PM
This was a very LOVELY piece. The thoughts of Bill and the solitude he must have felt so long ago. The comfort the natural world brings to a person who is raw from intensity. The connectedness to something bigger, the web of life we have walled ourselves off from. The heart beat of life. Very enjoyable to read this.
Posted by: sally | December 27, 2011 at 09:46 PM
I'm always amazed by your ability to evoke how it feels to be in wilderness. You accurately name the things I've felt but never succeeded at putting into words--that sense of spaciousness and the way we slow down and begin to notice things we would otherwise miss. I'm also touched by your compassionate imagination of what that setting must have been like for Bill. Thanks for another insightful and wise piece.
Posted by: Julene | December 31, 2011 at 10:12 AM