Monday, May 23, 2011
I'm sure I've talked at length about my favorite sanctuary hidden deep in the woods of Wisconsin. This year the annual May visit to Polly Falls is not to be mine. I've walked around in a funk, smelling the lilacs in bloom and thinking, "I should be packing." The cool mornings remind me of mornings at the Falls, creeping to the coffee pot so I don't wake the others. The smell of bonfires bring me back to the fires we had beside the river.
Part of me is aching for my sanctuary. I keep trying to console my pouty self with the fact we are going in the fall. But, it just feels like now is the time.
What do you do when you can't find sanctuary, or your escape route has been cut off? Do you have a back up? Is writing a sanctuary for you? Is reading?? Please share: I need a substitute.