Deep Cove Solitude
For the past week I've been fortunate to stay at my dear friend Charlotte's family home in Deep Cove here on Vancouver Island. Unable to work from our home during our renovation, the refuge of a quiet place to work and stay has been a blessing. And for the first time in several years, days spent completely alone. It's been interesting to re-learn how to just be by myself and a challenge that I think everyone should welcome from time to time.
Surrounded by beautiful gardens 'The Tree House' as it's been suitably named is the quintessential Pacific Northwest dwelling. Built around the great-grandfather of cedars, as I sit here writing in the cozy dining room, he stands beside me, his canopy protecting the roof, looking out over the ocean. Situated on the shoreline, the calm waters can been seen from the kitchen window, framed by lush ivy. Each room holds the history of Charlotte's family, who have inhabited The Tree House for the past thirty years.
Tomorrow I will return home, carrying with me a greater appreciation for solitude.
