Tuesday, September 21, 2010

fire

I re-discovered something wonderful over the weekend. Everyone knows it, but we forget.
It is that we are small. We are little. Part of a huge continuum of connections between generations and with nature. The cottage is nearly a hundred years old, in Ned's family for generations. I remember so many things that happened there, he remembers more, but the place remembers the most. Looking up. Looking down. The spiritual feeling on that island warmed me even more than the fires did. I am not succeding at communicating the enormous sense of peace and happiness that filled me the whole weekend, but it seems urgent that I try. Solitude and quietness and closeness to nature, those things nurture us all, I am convinced. Maybe this is why I make quilts. They will outlast me.

8 comments:

kat said...

Such a beautiful space, you express it vividly in pictures and in words.

Valerianna said...

Lovely post - wonderful place, it speaks through you as well as for itself. The textures of stones, wood, trees, fires.... the spirit translates.

Dolores said...

What a great place to be - made even better by what it brings to your soul.

Phyllis said...

I was there with you in that sense of place. Beautiful photos and feeling, very restorative and comforting in a world I often find difficult to explore.

jude said...

very familiar

Filamental said...

I say that you succeeded. I felt a breath of freshness while I looked.
Thank you for sharing this special place and time.

Heather said...

I agree whole-heartedly. Trying to explain the great gifts of living where I do to someone who has never experienced that kind of blessing is difficult - but you do it so well.

Velma said...

so wonderfully familiar, but an island, a magical place.