The Ford at the entrance to Wide Cat Canyon
off Brookside Trail in Tilden Park,
marked only by a small wooden sign.
Most of year the streams runs across the path
in the Summer I wade and splash with the dogs
in fall it disappears until
in Winter I just have to long for the other side
as the torrents sweep by.
I come here when I need to be taught the lessons of the wild,
by moss and leaves, wasps and deer.
My own dog used to run back and forth as fast as he could
when we would first walk out of the sun into green as we were
hit by the sharp mix of bay laurel and eucalyptus that says home in the woods.
His white feathers still are caught upon blackberry vines,
from the very last time he was here.
Nothing is lost only out of sight, whispers the stream
in which we all stand.
Carol Carlisle
What is your Favorite spot?
Thanks for the inspiration once again Jakesprinters
Light Words 
The photo is lovely and your words eloquent…can see why this is your favorite spot.
Peace,
Siggi in Downeast Maine
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Thank you and oh yes it is 🙂
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sounds and looks like a lovely spot…no wonder you like it!
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🙂 when you come out I’ll take you there!
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Thanks for taking me there (further) with your words
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My pleasure Lesley 🙂
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I can almost hear the babbling of the stream – looks very peaceful.
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I surly is. I forgot to say I’m told there are trout in the stream!
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a spot of joy and healing. How lovely. Mine is Lawrencetown Beach in Nova Scotia. The rocks, the water, the quietness in the early morning all bless me.
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I’m there with yes I am thanks 🙂
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across the miles, hearts and spirits reach out and meet up. Namaste.
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Excellent work for this week theme my friend ,I really love it thanks for sharing 🙂
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I look forward to your themes. Thanks Jake. 🙂
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So peaceful!
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Yes!
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beautiful images and I love that name “wide cat canyon”
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I keep hoping to see that big kitty. I hear there our mountain lions in the neighborhood!
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I think we all have some favorite spots. Mine seem to all be associated with being out in the country, with trees, pastures and etc. One of my favorite spots I remember, and is a great memory, is the “pond down at the farm” by Terilton. It was such a pretty pond. The rock “bluff” at the south end of the pond where I lost that huge bass a few years ago . . . well, many, many years ago. lol Anyway, I was still a teenager. Just good memories. Glad your family took me along a few times!!
Neal
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In all the world that too is my favorite place. I have a photo of that very bluff from last time we were in Oklahoma. I also have an old black and white of my grandfather standing there. I’m amazed you remember it so well. Thanks for reminding me of it 🙂
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I also have that picture of you on that bluff taken the last time you were there. Bet you didn’t remember you sent it to me. I really appreciate it too, cause it sure brought back some good memory’s.
Neal
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