The Cabin
I drove up to the cabin last night. It hit me while I was walking at Lullwater that I could just load up and leave town for a few days. And so I did. I've got some thinking to do, and this is a great place for thinking. I'm so blessed to have this little place and to have a job that allows me to work from most anywhere. I'm grateful for my boss and for our relationship of mutual respect. I'm grateful for the quiet here, for the simplicity, for the tick of the clock, for the birds calling, for Melvin lounging on the porch, for this old rocker I'm sitting in, for beloved family just across the way, for refuge from the storm.
5 comments:
Great post. You are very fortunate to have the means and relationships that allow you to have that level of flexibility and the refuge itself. It is a direct reflection of your pattern of professional and personal success.
Thanks, Sheryl.
PatC, Virginia Woolf, and Henry Thoreau--like minds.
You and Virginia are right... about a room [or cabin] of one's own :)
And, I'm sure you must've referenced here before--or constantly think about--Thoreau when you head out to that lovely cabin. But, it seems also that you too, Pat, go to the woods to "live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived."
We could all use a little of that, I think. Thanks for the reminder.
Pat, may the storm blow over quickly and without too much damage, I am glad you had an evacuation plan, so necessary! My thoughts are with you!
PS When I move to Florida you guys can come hide at my place, or when the storms DO come to FL, I am going to your cabin Pat!
Rae, GREAT analogy.
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