Unscripted. Unedited. Real. Writing for 5 minutes prompted my a single word from Lisa-Jo.
Go:
My resting spot is my cabin. It was built by my dad who died when I was 7. My Mom in one of her “moments” sold the cabin. When the opportunity came to buy it back–I did.
The cabin is the place where I can just be. The kids play for hours–uninterruppted play and I watch them, listen to them, I read, I knit.
When we moved, we decided to keep the cabin. The move created a commute of 161 miles to 400 miles, but I don’t mind. (well, I do about mile 375 :-) My brother makes a similiar commute and we spend time together–early morning talks over coffee. The cousins play, swim and try to out fish each other.
The cabin is a place for me to rest and rejuvenate. Only a few more weeks until we open it up for the season . . .
STOP.
Be blessed as you find your resting spot.
oh … there’s nothing like a cabin, a cottage, a little place to escape, a place to head home to …
Oh that reminds me of our place in Maine! Your cabin looks so cozy. I love that you made the decision to keep it- what a gift and legacy to maintain. Truly precious. Love the pictures!
Your cabin sound beautiful and restful!!
It’s beautiful, Renee! My heart wants to rest somewhere like that!
Come on over! I’m having some work done on the cabin this summer–updates that are MUCH needed. I was thinking how awesome it would be to have a writers retreat . . .
Be blessed.
We don’t own a cabin, but we rent one each summer. Many of the memories that you are creating are similar to ours. My favorite is when my husband was teaching our youngest to fish. I never in a million years dreamed she’d have the patience for it, but she did! Thank you for sharing your memories and jogging mine…and making me long for the beach!
When my husband and I met . . . I told him that I wanted my own cabin on a lake–since my Mom “sold my childhood memories with the cabin” –yes, I was more prone to drama in those days. My husband agreed and when this opportunity came up I bought “my” cabin back.
In retrospect I would not buy something just for the “memories” . . . I wouldn’t trade it for the world but I’m a little more grounded now.
Be Blessed.
It sounds like heaven on earth!
It is funny how just a change of scenery can add to our rest.
On some days . . . just another room provides me rest. (a clean quiet room)
Be Blessed.
Renee!
Beautiful post–in words AND in pixels. So glad God allowed you to re-purchase your Dad’s homemade cabin. Just lovely. Enjoy your coming season of cabin rest, coffee talks, boat rides, and glorious sunsets with your family.
Love in Christ,
Shannon Cochran :)
I am blessed. When I look at the walls I think about his hands; lifting, hammering, sawing . . . those strong arms that carried the boat to the water . . . I’ve missed his hugs all these years but I feel his love when I look at those knotty pine walls.
Be Blessed.
What a beautiful writing about a wonderful place. I wish we had something like that… You are extremely blessed.
Lovely, Renee!
How blessed your family is to have a cabin to rest and play together. Thanks for sharing with us!
Wow, your cabin looks so calming, and relaxing. Enjoy.
Denise my friend–how is it going? My cabin is calming and relaxing–my goal is to make my home calming and relaxing! But instead of a lake I may have to settle for a little tabletop fountain!
Be Blessed.