http://www.foresthostel.com/
"At the hostel in the woods,the back woods of southern Georgia. You enter at the edge of a forest through a small opening, where trees part and are nice enough to let you in. The dirt road meets us and we are taken in, it immediately slowing you down, sometimes stopping you in your tracks; by the time you get to the end you have surrendered to a much slower pace and find yourself in a forest of wands.
4am the woods are alive, I am serenaded by ancient sounds. Silence followed by a symphony . A single chirp leads and all join. The celebratoin of night:black skies, silver moon. I sleep deep returning to my primal roots.
Faint Light surrounds me bringing me back, roosters scream reminding me of all I am to accomplish. Persistent in their screams until I wake and greet my day."
Relax
A place to clear your mind
Home ;)
ReplyDeleteAlice, Please come visit my wonderland!
ReplyDeleteI'd never leave!
ReplyDeleteI want to cry with envy, but there's no sadness in me after reading, listening, and looking at what this page contains... and my soul knows I'm there and here at the same time and can visit in person whenever I want and that's some kind of porous consolation for the time-being. We'll come track you down in the itch this up-coming weekend and happily intrude upon your other beautiful hermitage.
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