When I was a very little girl, we lived in rural western Washington, in a town called Covington, on a lake called Lake Morton. We had a beatiful house with huge cathederal windows facing the lake. It was a great place to swim, fish, take the row boat out. Down near the shore of this lake, we had a really big tree that a bald eagle had a nest in. At the time, bald eagle’s were rarely seen, so it was very unusual. At the base of the tree, the roots curved and made a sort of bench, nestled in amongst some very soft pussy willows. I deemed this place my thinking spot. Anytime I wanted to be alone, to think, or to read, I would head out to my thinking spot. A sort of place to get centered. I have been feeling disconnected lately, and have decided that maybe what I need is a new thinking spot. Not sure where that spot will be, since we don’t have any trees, or a lake, and I share my space with six others, but I will be on the look out.
August 25, 2007 at 6:51 am
loved that spot too
but i remember playing house there and the stump on the brick patio down there was our kitchen -it had little holes in the top of it that were the sink- i think we pretended the root area was our bedrooms?
August 27, 2007 at 9:32 pm
YES!
June 28, 2008 at 8:50 pm
I came across your webpage while looking for fishing on lake Morgan. I will be going around the lake and i will look for the tree and house and wonder if thats the house. it is supposed to be in the 80’s today and my first time fishing lake Morgan.