littorally

BeaverDen.May2018

After work last Wednesday, I dropped the kayak in and paddled up river to the beaver lodge, taking in the only news I can stomach these days.

 

A pair of trumpeter swans (black billed) have found a congenial welcome by Keats, the omnipresent mute swan (orange billed). Keats is a curmudgeon with uncompromising rules about his territory. Yet there he was being nice. This is above-the-fold news, people.

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As the sun set, I paddled back towards my house on the peninsula. There’s plenty of yard work to do and writing deadlines weighing me down, yet the water gives me a sense of calm. It’s hard to feel pressure or anxiety here. I am happy with the idea of growing old in this littoral place that is now serendipitously mine . . . the hard work of getting here rewarded by a contentment both unfamiliar and constant.

IMG_5690I may just mark my height on a doorsill and measure how much shorter I get every year I grow older and new in this place.

3 thoughts on “littorally

  1. I don’t know how you managed to get back out there from the city, nor how long you’ve been there, but it’s wonderful to know that you’ll now be there for good and for ever. What a beautiful place to spend your days and to know such a contentment that is constant. How truly wonderful….

    I love what I can see of your home…what a treasure, Liana…Lady of the Lake.

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