
there are longer strands of time at the cabin. especially if i'm alone. i'm up with the sun and go to bed with the sun. there's little i need to do. most of the food preparation is done before i set out. there's no laundry. no phone. no computer. not even a shower.

my mind slows. i walk along the beach for water or up onto the land and pick wildflowers. i read (this weekend it was a new dyeing book) and i knit. a shawl and 2 scarves this weekend. i come back relaxed and refreshed...

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Those long stretches of time alone sound divine.
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