Camping, I experienced much there is to know about life and myself in a very short time. When I moved from the East Coast near Boston to western Massachusetts, I was alarmed not to have Dunking Donuts on every corner. In the wilderness, it took me 5 hours to make coffee.

Collect wood, unwind, breathe the fresh air, and face your demons is lots to manage on my first trip. After 5 hours, I had my coffee. Talk about “Delaying Gratification.”

Then, I realized fresh water is great! And, a walk about seeing nature that occurred to me while collecting firewood.

The River flooded broken, dried debris in a great pile in a low spot near my camp. I guess floods are good sometimes. Having wood supplied from what I perceived as a merciful God, makes facing my demons at night easier.

Demons may meddle endlessly if you let them. Torturing, tormenting, dragging you through past experiences which you’d like to escape. But, can’t. At least me.

People say it is our “Conscience” that is bothering us, that it is Love itself calling to us to repent. Maybe ‘demons’ is too strong a word for our current culture to see or accept?

But, after Mommy Dearest, Hollywood, Halloween, Salem Massachusetts’ celebration of ghouls and horror, I am convinced there is such a thing.

Why would human beings conjure such things? There is no logical reason for them. Harm? Horror, terror? Fairy tales about women cooking naughty children in the woods?

It’s good to have coffee again. It’s my cup of sanity in such a world. Even if it takes five hours to make it. Day 2 it only took 45 minutes😀