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I re-discovered something wonderful over the weekend. Everyone knows it, but we forget.
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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.
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Looking up.
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Looking down.
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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.
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Solitude and quietness and closeness to nature, those things nurture us all, I am convinced.
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Maybe this is why I make quilts. They will outlast me.
8 comments:
Such a beautiful space, you express it vividly in pictures and in words.
Lovely post - wonderful place, it speaks through you as well as for itself. The textures of stones, wood, trees, fires.... the spirit translates.
What a great place to be - made even better by what it brings to your soul.
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.
very familiar
I say that you succeeded. I felt a breath of freshness while I looked.
Thank you for sharing this special place and time.
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.
so wonderfully familiar, but an island, a magical place.
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