A Quite Place to Write

 Every writer needs a place to escape from the hustle and bustle of the world. A place that allows us to slip into the sphere of imagination. I love having a quiet place that incorporates elements of nature to ground me, while my mind dances in the                              realm of creativity. 

For a while I was writing by the Pacific ocean and I thought I will never be able to write as well as I do on the beach. But currently I am on the Prairies for the summer and have come to appreciate the simple pleasures of gardening and long walks in  golden fields that run on forever.

 The expansive blue sky is now my ocean, with its rolling white clouds the waves upon its sea.

The clicking on the railway tracks now replace the sounds of tugboats in the harbour and the chirping of sparrows replace the cries of seagulls.

 That sky out here in the Midwest, she is as fickle as any sea I have encountered with her ever changing moods. At one moment calm, and bright, with light fluffy clouds playing on her soft breath. The next moment she is angry and her wind grows harsh and bitter. Her clouds turn dark and swirl until she reaches down with a finger and tears at the ground ripping up trees and turning roofs into child's blocks to be thrown around a room. 

Growing up on the Prairies that was my greatest fear. To have the house hit by lighting or our roof ripped off during a tornado. When I finished University and decided to move out to the West coast I had many people ask me wasn't I afraid of being caught in an earthquake and being swallowed by the sea?  Well for me, no, I wasn't. I would have rather had the earth shake below me than the sky strike me down.

For now I must face my fears and find comfort in this place. Everyone needs a quiet place to escape from the world. Mine might just happen to be a little too quite.