Our Healing Porch Part 8

[Chart]

I've staggered in after months of heavy work and affronting storms. The tempest of October has settled into a constant drizzle. I'm loading up the fireplace and bringing in a stock of wood to feed a roaring fire throughout the chilly wet morning. Later, if the sun comes out I'm gonna walk down the path to the lake. On my way back I'll take a tour of the garden.
Breathing is suspiciously magical of a sudden. I'm so glad to be here.

[sanmagic7]

so happy to see you here, chart.  enjoy, enjoy!

that fire sounds wonderful, and we had our first snow today, so that's always fun to see, and your cozy fire makes it all the more delicious.  hot chocolate at the ready, and fresh snickerdoodles - sugar and carb free!  i'm gonna relax and enjoy my book - am reading steven king's 'dark tower' series, book 1 - the gunslinger.  not really horror, more of a 'firefly' feel, it's a little bit here but a little bit magic, too.  a good blend and i'm looking forward to reading all 7 books of the series.  so, yeah, rest and relax in my rocking chair, smelling the logs burning, hearing them crackle.  relaxing.

[sanmagic7]

i'm here, having a very rough nite.  blueberry assured me that my good feelings i've been having the past few nites will no longer overwhelm me while i'm here.  i want to sit in my rocking chair in the log cabin, fire going, good book, knitted throw over me, bixby the bison by my side.  wow, it's like i went back to a very good time at 16, enjoyed it all over again, laughing, smiling, whoopin' and hollerin' watching my beatles do their thing, but it was like i was suddenly thrust into reality. 

the portion of the anthology that was on was when they began getting into drugs, being stoned all the time, top of the world, got scared cuz they were picked up by the police in manila - just hearing them talk about being so paranoid suddenly when everything before was unicorns and rainbows, riding high, enjoying themselves, making music, and then their reality hit, that they didn't quite have the world at their fingertips, they had rules to follow as well, and their choices could take them into some heavy trouble. 

somehow it was the end of an age of innocence.  and i came down just as hard.  it was so pristine and fun and frolic before that.  and i was thrust back into my real world, too.  i need to rest for a few days here.  good books - steven king's 7 book series about the Dark Tower right now.  not scary, but mystical at times.  i'm on book 2.  i'll stay here, i think, until i finish it.  this was too scary for me tonite.  thank god this place is here, and thank you blueberry for being there for me.

[TheBigBlue]

This is such a beautiful place... thank you all for painting it so vividly that I can almost feel the warmth of the fire and hear the floorboards creak under the rocking chairs.

San, I'm really glad you came here to rest. Your description brought something soft into my night too.  That feeling of innocence and then the sudden drop back into reality ... I get that.

If it's okay, I'll join you for a while.
I'm settling into one of the porch chairs with a wool blanket wrapped around me and my service dog curled at my feet, listening to the quiet crackle from inside the cabin. The air smells like cold night sky.

I think I'll stay here a bit too. It feels good to imagine a place where nothing is urgent, and everyone gets to just be.