Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Not Sting's Boat House
Just wanted to give you a little break from the sweetgums. Same afternoon hour in time but of a hickory tree blazing above an old boat house. There are boat houses all along our river, its many tributaries and the lake. Some are nice and new while the rest hold a charm all their own. This one clearly has seen better days, but its rustic character compliments the riverbank and leaves, like a nubby weave in a tapestry.
Why "Not Sting's Boat House?" Hm. It's no secret that I'm a huge Sting fan. Well, Sting's palatial estate in Wiltshire, England has a little lake upon which sits a boat house fitted with a little wood burning stove, some throw rugs to keep his feet warm, and a simple wooden table and chair nestled beside a window overlooking the lake. It is in this retreat that Sting wrote some of my favorite songs, such as "I Was Brought to my Senses." Naturally, Sting's boat house is larger and more comfy and not quite as rustic at the one above as he can well afford to keep his boat house in good repair. The one pictured above is NOT Sting's boat house, obviously.
However, observing the local, old boat houses that day I thought of Sting and just how nice it must be to have a retreat like that. Perched atop the water, listening to waves lapping the pilings, various water birds making their calls, geese calling overhead, winds gently rustling your paper, I could get used to having a little boat house of my own within which to create, or simply to meditate and journal. When I saw this little boat house I thought of Sting sitting in his and was then hoping he would soon be brought to HIS senses and start writing some new tunes.
I'm STILL WAITING, Sting.