Category: life in the cabin

Forest Rains

I’m sitting out on the screened-in porch listening to the forest prepare for rain. It’s both sensual and removed sharing protected space from most of the elements. I can hear the breeze rise to a wind in the treetops, yet I don’t feel it against my skin. The young spring leaves, newly greening just this week, help turn the entire…

Bombadil House

When my eldest nephew was about 18 months old, we began to introduce him to the playhouse/treehouse my father — his grandpa — had built here. As I toddled along with Cubbie, his chubby hands gripping my fingers and his diapered butt keeping his steps to a waddle, I pointed to the playhouse on top of the slide and jokingly…

Reason To Get Up In The Morning

I haven’t had a break in nearly eight months. Last year I dove into full-time seminary studies as well as full-time work. The overtime I’d banked from working during the Fort McMurray fire evacuation allowed me that. It wasn’t the ideal decision, but it was the most expedient one. I made sure, however, that I had no classes during December…