
This past weekend I was able to visit a wonderful place north of 100 Mile. A beautiful ranch in the middle of nowhere, nothing around but nature. We think in the valley that we have access to nature, and it's beautiful here. But up there, it's real.
Part of my stay involved a couple of hours sitting in a most fabulous treehouse. I listened to the sounds around me and let myself relax and write.
These are some of the odd thoughts I had sitting up on the balcony of the treehouse:
-I wonder if the horse that is stalking me can find me up here?
-If it would creep anybody else out, that I can feel the tree I'm sitting against swaying in the wind.
-The chickens have followed me, I am the pied piper of chickens. They are clucking around me in the forest....brave little chickens.
-A deer just walked under me, I think that's the closet I have ever been to one. Outside of a car that is.
-There is a crazy-ass squirrel that is not happy I'm sitting in his treehouse. I hear a patter on the roof and when I look up, he is staring down at me. Then he proceeded to jump into the tree and shake the branches so the needles fell all around me. Give it five minutes and I'm guessing he will be back.
-Everyone should sit in a treehouse.
-Can one be honest and not come off damaged?
-My strength lies when people attack me, I'm not sure what to do with myself when they don't. I have to stop looking over my shoulder and just believe.
-Here comes that damn squirrel again! Is he going to jump on my head?
-I had a little pot and some corona, how am I going to get down from here? Up was easy!
-I set up a freakin eighteen foot teepee today! The woman who lives here runs women's groups and uses the teepee as a spiritual retreat. I hope she lights the fire inside the teepee tonight and we get to enjoy the experience.
-I was told my spiritual animal is a deer. And I just saw another one walk past me. This is amazing.
-I think I want to sleep up here tonight.
-"Bridge to nowhere, and you get their fast...put it in the past." I feel calm.
-Making some changes when I get back home. I've allowed fear to dictate my actions, thought I had put it behind me, but an interesting situation has caused me to think maybe I still fear others. Won't allow the past to haunt me any longer.
-I'm in a freakin treehouse!
-I think I needed this get away, rediscover what is important and what isn't. Live by passion not by doubts.
-Here comes Sarah, scaring my little gang of chickens.
-How am I going to get down?
These are the ramblings of a grown up child sitting in a treehouse.

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