A Constancy of Place
the Cabin on the Creek has been a constant for over 80 years,
a last homely house, hard by the national park and LeConte Creek,
rooms have been added, renovations, additions,
even more comforting within its walls,
all of this while so much else drops away,
changes out of recognition:
we lose people, neighboring houses,
trees we have loved,
yet Jean’s Dream remains true to itself,
a place, a space,
where the body can be held and cared for
while the soul can relax and remember
the healing within a tumbling stream,
within a mothering forest where
plants speak to each other
and help each other to hold the light and be themselves,
where the creek’s mysteries reveal
in a minnow, in a crawfish, in a pebble,
and in the drop, the calling of the sea,
a place where kingfishers, sometimes blue herons, hunt,
where black bears play in the pools
and pass through on their way to and from adventures,
we have a friend
whose love of family and nature
can fully flower here,
she told me this fall how much she appreciates
the constancy of the Cabin on the Creek
within the whirlwind that is her, and our life these days.
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