November at the cabin
If you leave Vancouver and follow the tracks north for 200 km, if you find your way thru the little village and some private land, if you double back on the railway road, you will come to a magical place of quiet contemplation.
Go sit on the bent cedar by the pond. Feel the wind move the tree.
Touch the bark. Alive, warm.
Hear the dragonflies swoop and buzz in the reeds, see the colours and reflections. Feel the season ending.
This is the time to write, to rest, to be quiet.
Out of reach of phones, radios, TVs and electricity. Those things can wait.
Oh this really is perfect. In all honesty if i had a cabin like this i would never go home. the wilderness and total quiet has always been my wish. I do not mind living rough or living alone. Though I would have to have Daisy and TonTon and maybe a cat in the sun. stunning.. and i completely agree with your copyright policy. i tell people to steal my stuff all the time.. i don’t mind and now I am going to whisk this image of your sitting area into my pinterest board..it is so completely what I would love for myself.. c
Celi I had my great big malamutes and cats at that cabin and friend’s horses too. The farmer down the road keeps miniature horses, pot-bellied pigs and even wallabies. Couldn’t live without the animals. When I get back to Vancouver I’m looking forward to going there for a few weekends. You are most welcome to have and use any images you’d like. People should share, don’t you think? I find so much inspiration from your posts too. 🙂
This is beautiful, Veronica! Both the words and the photos. Thanks for sharing it with the TALU!
Thank you Anne, I’m loving the TALU hops. 🙂