I was sitting the other night surfing the blogs that I enjoy and slipped on to Kate Messner’s blog. She had a wonderful poem called Found. She was seeking to clear her head and get back into writing so a quick mornings ski through the woods is what she used.
I love to read about and see pictures of authors who live near the woods or out on a farm or in a small town with lakes, trees and sky. All those wonderful places outside that hold smells, sounds, feelings and most of all stories.
I live in the city. It is a city with lakes, trees and sky but it’s sounds are different. They are louder, mixed with planes, cars, trucks and the sound of businesses moving forward with their day.
I am a city girl who carves the country stories. The slow pace in the woods, the song of the birds and the growing of wild around me. So I find what I can in the city and I make my own little garden in the back of my house. I can’t go skiing there but the birds come to talk with me, the squirrels enjoy the fruits of my garden (darn them) and yes there are stories hidden under the leaves, behind the lilac bush and in the depths of the tulips as they bloom.
I love the deep woods for stories but I have found that we can find them wherever we walk. We just need to listen.