I've thought extensively about how the state of the cleanliness of my house reflects my "inner landscape" and how the friends I choose are reflections of pieces of my personality. but never have I thought about the natural places I choose to frequent are reflections of myself. Here is a portion of what she said:
"What makes a place special can be deeply personal to us, something in our
inner landscape reflected back to us. These inner landscapes are as diverse and
contrasting as the ones we encounter in the outer world, and our relationships
with each differ. There are parts of our inner lives that are open, where air
and light circulate more freely; equally there are places outside of us that we
encounter that are as accessible, expansive and welcoming." (read the article in
it's entirety here)
So, I got to thinking about my favorite place, Cold Springs, and how it reflects my inner landscape. It is not a very big wildnerness area, perhaps 6 acres all together, if that. It is a very easy trail, uncomplicated, though there are a couple of sticky spots. Once after you cross the head of the springs there is a very deep muddy peat area, and some brambles that catch at your clothing - but I cross this with relish. I love to get it all over me and to feel the brambles in my hair...honestly! There is a portion at the end that has been burned but the huge burned ponderosa that lie there, are now houses for animals, and have character all their own. It was like the meadow made lemonade out of lemons. I even have a favorite fallen tree that we call "the big pencil" as the end is the only charred part, and it looks sharpened like a pencil on that side. At the very end of the one-way walk, there is this rock shelter that is frequented by party go-ers, and so has many broken bottles, and a fire pit there, and I feel very lucky that the people who come here have an alternate route to their Friday Night parties than through my place. They drive right up to it here, and I always feel that spot is the place that people call "Cold Springs" but they don't even know what is further in, is a soft, feminine place full of life and quiet and renewal. I don't particularly like it at the rock shelter.
I LOVE this time of year when the grasses are above my knee, and bushes grow up to my shoulder, and I can hide inside the three very old wild cherry trees on the far side of the spring. I can sit within it and no one walking past can see me, and what's more. I 've never even see anyone walking on this side of the spring. I feel that most people walking on this trail are one-minded. They want to see the head of the spring, they take a picture or nod their heads, then they turn on their heels and walk back to their cars.
As you can see the last time I was out there, I didn't have my camera, so I'm going again very very soon, and you'll see the pictures of my place through my eyes. I'm going to be seeing it a bit differently now after having read that article.
I love "food for thought".~~~~~~~~~~~
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