Idyllwild…
Idyllwild…
May of 2016. I drove for one hour up a mountain range to Idyllwild. My brother own a house on the mountain. No population, no rushing and kind people.
Idyllwild…
I found the place I needed,
one day,
Johnnie going stop, rest and write the great novel in Idyllwild.
This land was molded by God’s hands,
acres of trees and free land.
Beauty to behold and a teacher.
We must open our eyes and enjoy the gifts of nature.
Idyllwild, a miracle in a world. Needing to slow down and learn we must lead with concern, love and kindness. We must pay attention to each other and listen. Be kind to nature and to each other.
Dancing Coyote
Oh, whoa, do you need Idyllwild in California?! I know a certain Idyllwild like that, with wooden totem poles and a library that just celebrated its 102nd year of operation.
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“Do you mean,” I meant to write.
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Yes. Idyllwild in California. One day soon. I will go and write my novel. A breath-taking place.
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I feel the same way, honestly. Either that, or to live there in a little cabin in the woods. That would be a dream. Have you ever gone hiking there?
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Yes, and once I got lost. The city is beautiful, and the people are kind.
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Agreed.
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Idyllwild, California. A forty minute drive-up a mountain. Land, touched by God. My brother owned a house in the small city of Idyllwild.
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That’s wonderful.
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A very small town on top of the mountain. You would love.
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I do.
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
MAN—-THAT’S A SHORT DRESS!!!!!
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Thank you Jonathan.
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My pleasure!
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