I started up here. The zen from this special deck is captivating. Here you are master over this dominion with an extravagant view. We must enjoy our parts of the world that are under our control because life certainly is beyond our control. I seek calm and I would love to share this with you.
A peaceful control, an escape awaits the mind when taking in the colors of fall meeting winter.
With full vision employed over the entire Watts Barr Lake, I began my quest. It was only like 200 feet away from the house but it was worth the hike up and down the friggin hill.
I made my way here to the shore. Where of course it’s overcast and cold.
Trees barren of their leaves highlight this scene. In a corner in the nook of earth I found, here was my view.
I found sky meeting water, structure and leaves remaining on a limb. As if screaming for dear life in the cold stagnant air.
The shore is stripped. What usually water would cover can be seen. The bramble, the log and rocks are naked and humble.
This deck, the site of my trek, many feet here have traveled. Traveled to bask in the sun. Now finding winter’s embrace deafening.
We have neighbors and the cove is being trimmed for what looks to be future structures of some sort of development. Even today, Christmas, men can be heard in the cove clearing out paths for only God knows what. Their sound the only thing heard this day on the shore.
It was 40 degrees when I found my corner. My nook. My escape. My spot. My place of zen today away from the other place of zen on this Christmas day. Here is where I breathed my spicy treat for the day whilst drinking from my thermos.
Looking out over the lake is empowering and calming.
The steps are concrete and the leaves cover this beautiful structure up our hill. This intimate climb leads to where I started my morning. My empowering view that screams for exploration.
I would then return to my room to collectively share where I started the day. This morning is packed with such hardcoreness I didn’t even know where to begin. I really like the times I have to myself. Here in my abode I awoke to this.
It’s pretty cool actually. My grandmother’s old stool sits to the left where my stuff found it’s way. Well, not all of it. It would be safe to say, “most,” my junk made it to the stool. The rest of my stuff was relinquished to the floor as a result of my devil-may-care nonchalant thought that resembles one saying, “…oh well,”to themselves.
I’m on my grandmother’s old bed. On the wall is a picture of the coral reef fish visual reference poster we got in Australia. I await the company of my family here this morning after such a lovely walk. I realize that some might find this effeminate. Well, to that I must say I guess I am little girl as one person noted to me in a message once.
Honestly what I do is more therapeutic than anything. I really enjoy my trinkets and little victories. Still, the jagged wrench of life musters it’s way forward. To the end there is no one there to hold it’s sway. It was a great day to occupy this body and I basked in this morning as blazingly as I could.
So far everything had been cool. Check back here anytime for any emotion for anytime you want to relax and soak in some ink from my head. I appreciate you all and a very Merry Christmas to you all.