Girl in Boots

Doesn't everyone have a second home? Or somewhere they would rather be?

The cabin would be my sanctuary. 

When I say "The" cabin, I mean our family cabin that is tucked away in the Diamond mountains near Vernal, Utah. Whether hiking, playing games, or writing poetry inspired by the dusty red mountains - it's a piece of my heart. So, without further ado, here's some of my heart that came from the cabin.

08/10/18

Quakies tickle the twilight sky

and bring forth laughter of the soul

Unlike the fork in the sky

Whose branch is only fire’s tinder

08/15/18

A howl trumpets your arrival

Quiet friend, why do you hide?

Trice our canine announces your coming

But still you hide

Close the window,

Shut out the barking

For fear in the shape of nightmares

Tremble in your wake

We raise our stick

The form of courage

We challenge your silence 

And the tumult of Dreams that follow

08/19/18

Like recognizing 

the jingle of ma’s keys 

Or the laughter of their child - 

So trees of my cabin wild 

in the dusty red wind 

Create sounds unique 

                                For my heart

The first photo is the actual scene that prompted that poem. The second is of a bobcat trail - which could have been the animal from my poem/story. The third photo is the road leading away from the cabin. 

There they are! Pieces of my heart. Maybe that's why I love wearing my cowboy boots; it makes me feel like I carry the red dust from the mountains with me. 

Disneyland is also nice. So it Hawaii. All cruises are wonderfully relaxing and a way to disconnect from life (no internet on a big tin can on the ocean). The Portland Temple is also a beautiful place: inside and out. There are many ways and places you could call your sanctuary - it could even be your home. The cabin is my #1 place, what's yours?