By Marcee Murray King
I call this my “sit spot.”
When I moved here almost 20 years ago, I placed the triangle rock I had carried in my move to Wisconsin here to sit upon. This nook at the base of the cottonwood in the tree line by my house was perfect for it.
This spot grew.
Fallen branches became gentle walls around the perimeter. Crystals mark the four quarters. Bloodroot, trillium, blue cohosh, dandelion. A few short steps from my home, and I am surrounded by nature. Here, I practice my quiet listening, cradled by my tree.
Here, I can just be me.
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Photo: Marcee Murray King
She spends most of her days trying to figure out how to balance on her own two feet without toppling over.
When she isn’t trying to save the world—or at least just make it a better place for everyone—she hides away on her lovely 25 acres in Southwest Wisconsin.
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