Response to Amy Pearson's Book 100 Days of Solitude
Not long after, the universe pushed ‘100 Days of Solitude’ my way. I bought a signed copy, and appreciated that kind note the author wrote on the title page. The book is thin, lightweight, but like Ms. Pearson’s height, while it may be small, it is mighty.
Ms. Pearson was assigned as a fire lookout on Jumbo Mountain in the middle of Montana’s Bob Marshall Wilderness Complex for 98 days in 2015, and it is under these 98 sunrises, sunsets, and moon phases that she lends us her eyes and her heart as she finds comfort amongst the critters.
Her writing takes advantage of dramatic word spacing and line breaks to guide the reader through her long-form, short-form and haiku poetry. As the summer heats up, as does her writing – much of her most impassioned work takes place in August, sometimes multiple entries in one day. In this section, we envision the winds and rains of mountainous thunderstorms embody the storm within the author:
wind - 8/6
as soon as you can't
take it anymore,
the wind changes
Followed by the realization that we must get close to the pain in order to get through it is not dissimilar to getting over a mountain by drawing near it:
Logic - 8/6
The logic
that you ought to be
near something
to get over it
may be true.
And how many times in the middle of the night for me this year did I sit face to face with Father Time, convincing myself that the grueling slowness of pain and isolation and my own personal wilderness will one day be behind me? While there is no clear demarcation line or timepoint to indicate when one life ended and one began, one thing is certain that one life has ended and some else has been born in the midst of the Oneness:
a reminder - 8/20
i sometimes
have to remind myself
i will get off this mountain
this is not
the beginning
or the end
and yet somehow
it is
One of my own mantras during this past year was a constant reminder to trust the sun and the dynamic aliveness and progression of the day: ‘Just keep chasing solar events, there’s always two.’ Thus, I connected with Ms. Pearson’s ‘time’:
time - 9/13
i watch day
settle in to night
and come around
again again
again again
I recommend reading ‘100 Days of Solitude’ for any season, but especially during the seasons when wildfires and storms surround you.
And when you read her departing entry, I hope that you feel
inspired and confident,
That you have your bearspray in hand,
That you realize,
an open day IS set out before you,
only you.
Thank you, Amy, for braving your wilderness, and encouraging all of us to not be afraid to explore our own.
Here’s to getting near it and through it.
LL
Book:
‘100 Years of Solitude’,
Amy Rae Pearson
Many Voices Press, 2017
Purchase this book at Bighorn Outdoor Specialists and Cassiopeia Bookstore.