A sanctuary is someplace you want to be. It’s often a quiet place, or a less-quiet place with no one else around. It’s a place to retreat to, when you have had your fill of the honking horns, boomy bass coming from someone’s hot-rod, or just backups in traffic.
Not far from my home is the Narbeck Wetland, a real sanctuary, designed to preserve a tiny portion of wilderness in the city. Actually, it’s right across the street from the world’s largest factory building, which is remarkable in itself. Just last week, I packed up my big camera (well, bigger than my phone), and headed over there for a nice taste of nature. There are two separate paths around the wetland, one with alternating forest path and boardwalk, and one along the perimeter closer to the street.
This time, I took the inner path. Just at the edge of the parking lot at the start of the path, there is a pool, with trees overhanging, and I started there. Boy, was I glad that I had brought my phone, which I have found takes just excellent video. This particular pool was very pretty, but I felt it really needed video to capture its real beauty.
The water was just shimmering so enchantingly, I had to capture that. But only later when I got home and uploaded this to my computer, did I really hear the background noise. I guess when you’re across the street from an airplane assembly factory, and just a short distance from the county airport, you can expect to hear overhead aircraft!
On I walked, down the path.
During that entire walk, I met just one other person. The air was cool, the breeze welcome, and the path inviting. Just a bit farther on, I reached the boardwalk over the water.
Just down from here, I stopped and spent a few minutes just leaning on the railing over this pool, just listening to the wind in the trees, and the trickling of the water-it was mesmerizing, and hard to come back to reality.
A few yards on down the boardwalk, my eye was caught by something on the railing itself. I looked a bit closer, and was treated to an almost artistic arrangement. If you pay attention to the little things, you might see something extraordinary.
Lichens, lacework on the half-decomposed leaf, and a dead leaf almost as pretty as the live one must have been. Ah, the details!
Right at the end of the boardwalk, I found a pool that looked like a piece of abstract art.
And so ended my walk in the wilderness, only a short drive from home.
Speaking of home, my little sanctuary at home is my bedroom. I do spend an inordinate amount of time sitting on my bed reading. Today, as many days, I was joined by my cat, Kikyo. She just loves to sit on me.
I think I am her sanctuary. That is one relaxed, happy kitty.
