November 01, 2011

The Annex

My Dad named his second to last sailboat The Annex. It was only big enough to sleep two, but he considered it the annex to our home.

He would simply go down to the dock under the old willow tree, row out to her, push off into the current, and contently sail away with the wind.

A friend of mine once said that it's best to have two places for each of us to go. Her annex was a studio on the other side of the island from her home.

For me lately, my annex is in the pool. I no longer struggle to keep up. I no longer feel possessed to keep track of how far I’ve gone. I become a dolphin there. free. unencumbered. playful. streamlined. usually graceful.

For some of you

your annex might be a trail in the woods.

Or a friendship.

A church, or a temple.

Or simply sitting under a tree.

A place where you can sing or yell from the roof tops.

Where you do not have to be good.

And where,

most importantly

you can find yourself

amidst this crazy

mixed-up

wonderful world.

4 comments:

  1. I like this post. I need an Annex here.

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  2. Thanks Carolina. Have fun finding your annex. I know that there is one waiting for you here.xo

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  3. Love this post, Louise. Love the photo & memories of our own little annex, back in the day. I call my quiet office my sanctuary...my annex of sorts. I sleep so silently when I take a nap on the couch. There is a gentle Spirit there who keeps watch...complete serenity. Love you. xo

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