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Saturday, December 27, 2014

Cottage in a Storm ...

One day I'll build a small cottage out of stone, high up in the mountains.  There will be a single bed from where I'll be able to view the fireplace/kitchen ... my bows on the wall.  There will be one door and a window, accessible to my horse ...

This very moment I do live in a cottage ... with a view of a dam, filled with Bulrush ... black Moorhens darting about the shadows like Ninjas.  The odd Catfish and Yellowbelly breaking the surface.  My horse appearing at the cottage door ... my hound on the timber floor ...

There's something about a small dwelling, close to Nature ... a humbling experience.  Right now an angry storm is belting the cottage ... heavy rain on the thin tin roof ... heavy winds knocking on doors and windows.  The frogs and Moorhens hiding from all the violence.  It's summer but I'm cold and my dog is curled in a bundle of fur and tail.  The horses feeding with their tails into the wind ...

Nights like this ... nights like this ... a small fire ... a Soul out of the wind, but very much aware of it all.  Awareness is what it's all about ... you'll never be aware of your Awareness in your Concrete Jungle ... there where you don't have to worry about horse, hound or Soul.  Stuck in a little cottage with the storm knocking fiercely to enter ... you open the door to the elements ... checking on horse and fowl, making sure the little fire will be there when you and hound return.

Corrugated sheets rattling above, galloping hooves outside, oilskins waiting for you.  Coming back from outside, wet and cold ... memory of the warmth ... the nose of your horse in the hollow of your neck ... the nose of your hound on the back of your hand.  Ripping the oilskins off in front of the small fire ... forever rabbit and duck stew in the black pot ... hound already curled in a ball of fur and tail ...

Relaxed bows and red-feathered feathers on the wall ... the storm trying to break through roof, window and wall ... such is the life in a small cottage ...

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