Cabin in the Woods

I once experienced a much-needed weekend getaway at Piaule - a landscape hotel — in Catskill, New York. All cabins were actually in the woods. My time in the woods made me think of Mary Oliver’s poem:

“Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable.

I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of praying, as you no doubt have yours.

Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible.

I can sit on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds, until the foxes run by unconcerned.

I can hear the almost unhearable sound of the roses singing.

If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love you very much.” ~ Mary Oliver

Tip: turn on the sound