Four years ago, outside on the south side of the house, we transformed a slope into three levels. Between them, we have built stairs of stones that we found around the house, in the woods and by the lake. Those are now being leveled a bit after last winter's impact.
In the second level, we made a wall out from used railroad ties (environmentally friendly) and in front of it, we put an old bench from a community house which has not been in use for decades.
The Bench, as we call it, has become a place for reflection, tranquility and opening the mind for new ideas or solving old ones. This is one of several places for thoughts that we have around the house and in the forest close by. Each place has its own energy and is being used depending on mood and intention. We will tell you about the other places in later writings, and they all have specific names ;)
These different places for thoughts have come to us during the years living here, either by just finding them in their natural state or by making them ourselves. For sure, during the coming years we will add more places like this to the list.
Well, back to The Bench. Sitting on this old community house’s bench makes one think of all those who have sat on it through decades. Some just sitting there for a talk, others waiting to be invited for a dance, or just simply sitting there for a rest. Fascinating how one can imagine all the stories The Bench carries. Now it is here with us, and more stories will be added to it.
At the moment, it is just The Bench and the wall, but the idea further is to build a trellis on the side and over where vine, roses or hop plants may grow and make it a cozy alcove. It is healing and useful to take a step back from the daily work and just breathe in calmness. Sitting there at nighttime in the summer when the light still is bright, is sometimes a highlight. Watching the meadow while visitors come and go. It can sometimes be a deer or a moose, other times a fox or a hare. Owls and hawks singing their night songs together with eurasian woodcocks who fly in circles with their unmistakable sound. This scene is only to be disturbed once in a while by the mythical scream of the black-throated loon down from the lake. Can you imagine? It’s not strange one gets ideas being a spectator to all of this.
Next time writing about The Bench, it will be when it is ready with the finished trellis.
See you there !
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