I call this "the path of least resistance" because we didn't have to hack our way along it to the creek. This path was here long before our house was built. I have heard tales of moonshiners along the creek and before that indian encampments. (We have found arrowheads) All the other paths in our section of the forest were blazed by Flutemaker, my woodworking husband.
This sign has graced other places we have lived. The music of wind and trees has always blessed and entertained us. To the left is our little cabin on the bluff and below is the creek and bridge to the labyrinth.
Cool musical falls in the creek. Icy today.
View downstream from the falls.
View from the bridge of the falls.
Turning downstream on the bridge to look up at the cabin on the bluff.
Straight out from the bridge is our labyrinth. Flutemaker spent one winter clearing and building this sacred meditation walk. I'll write much more about this soon.
Heading back we will climb the stairs cut into the earth.
Home and a warm cup of tea.
I call this "the path of least resistance" because we didn't have to hack our way along it to the creek. This path was here long before our house was built. I have heard tales of moonshiners along the creek and before that indian encampments. (We have found arrowheads) All the other paths in our section of the forest were blazed by Flutemaker, my woodworking husband.
This sign has graced other places we have lived. The music of wind and trees has always blessed and entertained us. To the left is our little cabin on the bluff and below is the creek and bridge to the labyrinth.
Cool musical falls in the creek. Icy today.
View downstream from the falls.
View from the bridge of the falls.
Turning downstream on the bridge to look up at the cabin on the bluff.
Straight out from the bridge is our labyrinth. Flutemaker spent one winter clearing and building this sacred meditation walk. I'll write much more about this soon.
Heading back we will climb the stairs cut into the earth.
Home and a warm cup of tea.
4 comments:
Beautiful! The red bridge is so perfect against the brown of earth and green of trees.
Glad you like it. The bridge has floated downstream twice when heavy rains flooded the creek. Now Flutemaker ties it off severals different ways when big rains are predicted.
I'm not certain how I found you, but, possibly from Aisling at The Quiet Country House. I just love the serene peace and comfort that I find here, and the inspiration. Your blog resonates with a beautiful peace. I will come again and soak up your beautiful inspiration, if you don't mind.
Yaya
Yaya, Thanks for stopping by. I am really new at this blog business and thrill to hear your kind words. Come when you can. Aisling is my inspiration to be here.
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