Featured image: Under My Red Umbrella
When I sit in my Listening Chair, memories of our canoe trips flood back with vivid clarity. I recall the essence of what I cherished about those journeys, as well as what I now deeply miss. The quietude, the profound silence of the woods, and the gentle lapping of the water against the canoe’s hull. These moments were marked by the natural rhythms and the harmonious flow of a life unspoiled by the modern world.
It was a way of life that embraced the wilderness, a wildness that was pure and undisturbed. Simple, beautiful, and undeniably real. The wilderness provided a reality that grounded me, offering a profound sense of belonging. In those moments, I felt an intrinsic connection to the earth, a part of the intricate tapestry of nature.
Now, as I sit in my Listening Chair, I am transported back to that tranquil world. The chair itself becomes a vessel of memory—a gateway to the past. It is here that I can once again experience the serenity of the woods, the stillness of the water, and the wild beauty of a life lived in harmony with nature.
My Listening Chair is more than just a place to sit—it is a space where I can reconnect with the simple, beautiful, and real. It reminds me of a wilderness that always offers a sense of belonging, a sanctuary in the midst of the chaos of modern life.
In this chair, I find peace. In this chair, I find myself.
