On, In, and Around Mondays: Writing in the Barn
I do not have a barn.
I wish I had a barn.
Of course a barn is work, and I don't need the work of a barn.
But I need the silence.
Mostly I am good at blocking out the blur of sounds that accost me at every turn.
Not so much this week. This week I have been craving solitude. This morning I even sat outside, the metal chair beneath me burning its cold right through my jeans. I sat and worked on an article until my fingers were so stiff I had to come inside.
And that was when I wished for a barn.
My Littlest rides horses once a week, and sometimes I sneak into the barn while she is out in the ring. I slip in for the warmth of the captured sun, for the warmth of the horse's bodies all kept in their little homes, for the warmth of what I see. Fetlocks, manes, tails, hay, bits of dust turning on air.
Today when I finally had to come in from the cold, back to the commotion of kids, I brought with me a vision of the barn. And somehow it made me feel free.
On, In and Around Mondays (which partly means you can post any day and still add a link) is an invitation to write from where you are. Tell us what is on, in, around (over, under, near, by...) you. Feel free to write any which way... compose a tight poem or just ramble for a few paragraphs. But we should feel a sense of place. Would you like to try? Write something 'in place' and add your link below.
If you could kindly link back here when you post, it will create a central meeting place. :)
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