"When dawn spreads its paintbrush on the plain, spilling purple... ," Songs of the Pioneers song from TV show "Wagon Train." Dawn on the mythic Santa Fe Trail, New Mexico, looking toward Raton from Cimarron. -- Clarkphoto. A curmudgeon's old-fashioned newspaper column, cross-breeding metaphors and journalism and art, for readers in 150 countries.

Friday, December 11, 2015

And where is your season's sanctuary?

My cabin, 5.5 by 8.5 watercolor
Where is your cabin, where is your sanctuary this season?
Wouldn't it be great to be snowed in, with a good fire, plenty of food and drink, good books, a loved one? No traffic or travels or turmoil to worry about, just the present moment. I think this every year on Thanksgiving or Christmas Day, when most traffic disappears from our materialistic rich and peace poor lives. 
Those who know me best, know that cabins are metaphors and sanctuaries, I've written about before: 
Where's your cabin
Cabin season 
Mountain cabin

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