I call this place birchville

This is where I live. This is what it looks like early in the morning, when the sun slowly crawls over the land, closer, closer, I saw her from my window.

I woke up really early, maybe a premonition, I knew that I had to talk a walk. To welcome her. Early, early, early birds all over the place, such a sweet commotion, see, wilderness dwellers know about frost. I know about frost. I know a lot about frost. Frost can be kissed and cheered, fare well awful rain and deep dark, oh frost I love thee…

Such a spectacle. Such joy. Gone be the density of the world, welcome clarity,  ravens flew above my cabin, to wake me up, wake me up, will you. I tried to capture the ravens with my technical eye but ravens are smarter than lenses and mechanics, they have a sixth and seventh and an eight and a ninth sense. Now you see them. Now you don´t.




So I walked down to the lake and it was blue and pinkish today. The mountains where dark blue and misty, these are my dark blue and misty mountains, you live behind them, south, these are my dark blue and misty fences.




And this is the world I live in. Upside down. Reaching.




I call this place birchville, I call this place inaccessible for those without faith


I like birch. I like how it is frayed, like me, like everything. I like early mornings. I´m going to do the dishes now and then I´m going to walk some more.




8 thoughts on “I call this place birchville

  1. Beautiful, Andrea. I love birches, one of my favorite trees also. My Norwegian name is related to birch. Birches are so prominent in Russian ethnology and imagery, paintings and films, and songs. Birch bark was pretty widely used in Russia for writing notes, as well as in India. My grandma’s farm had birches all around it, and the tallest one next to the hay barn had a huge stork nest on top of it, where the big white storks with long red legs fly back from the south every spring and nest in. When the storks would come back, every spring, we knew the cycle is going on, and all is well with the world. Beautiful place we live in. Enjoy it.


  2. Being in the woods, in nature & an early morning walk is such a better way to live & be than being caught up in all the media hype & the Black Friday shopping frenzy. Thanks for sharing!1 Mary Ann


  3. Your photos are beautiful. Early morning is my favorite time of day. I like to watch the world awaken. Early spring there, early winter here. We had a small break today when the temperature rose to 60*F and the snow melted. A storm moving in tomorrow afternoon will bring plenty more.


  4. I can never see a raven and think that it might only be a raven. But it might only be a raven.

    I liked your English Garden Shack Girl linked article.
    I liked the Ted talk by the punk rock girl (I’d never heard of her before).

    I’ve got to write something about faith. I’m sort of thinking about it in back of my mind as I prepare. Probably, I won’t be able to write anything. That’s the problem if I try to write anything or want to or think I have to then I can’t. But the idea is that Faith is not what we want…

    ‘inaccessible for those w/o faith’

    did you need faith to access?

    faith implies doubt, does it not?
    and once you’ve accessed
    do you need faith again?

    So I don’t know….

    Birchville, eh? Do the crows need faith to access brichville?

    peace, sister.



Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s