This was my driveway last winter, turning back into the woods.
I lived in the Bear's Den cabin.
No electric.
No running water.
Only an outhouse.
And I loved it.
Rustic.
But tonight...as I sit 40 miles north,
in my comfy heated domain (my Mother's home),
I am once again homesick.
The snow has officially arrived.
Sure, it snowed earlier this fall.
But tonight has the feel of a storm.
Snow is falling.
Winds are slamming the sliding glass doors.
Although oddly, I feel no change in my circumstances.
I have bare feet. No cold here.
If I were back at the cabin,
on my land,
I would feel connected to the storm.
A part of it.
Here, I am only a spectator.
And that saddens me.
But tomorrow I will visit, Lord willing.
And once again be a participant.
With socks on...and warm boots.
Until tomorrow, Lord willing. Hope to see you here.
Sherry
2 comments:
I understand that, but don't know how you did it...you must be one tough bird
Dicky Bird ~ no...not tough. But I've found that when you use all your senses...touch/smell/taste/hearing/sight...you feel truly alive. And living in a fashion where you head out to the outhouse in the middle of the night...well, that makes one come alive in a hurry. Or at least wake up!
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