Thoughts From My Forest Home

Mothers have eyes in the back of their heads. Grandmother’s have eyes in their hearts. I used to have eyes in the back of my head, and then along came the daughter of my daughter. A circle of sorts began, my daughter became more like me and I became more like my grandmother. Sunday dinners with family took on a somewhat different tone. Homemade bread baking in an old wood cook stove sending out an aroma deep within the Forest of my mountain home. The rocking chair I would run toward and leap forward into the arms of my own grandmother is now my rocking chair. It holds generations of memories including my own to share with all who choose to visit me here deep in my Forest home.

I remember the daughter of my daughter and her first visit to my Forest so we could meet. A crackling fire burning in the old stone fireplace and me rocking away as I opened my arms to receive such a tiny little thing all bundled up and handed to me. “I won’t be long”, her beautiful mother said and kissed me goodbye. Alone now we two, I looked deep into her lovely eyes as hers locked with mine smiling. There in that moment of shear bliss the daughter of my daughter and I knew all there was to know as life renewed itself again.

“Don’t blink”, I told my daughter upon her return as she opened her arms for me to return the daughter of my daughter on that blistering cold snow falling night; but blink she did and now you are grown. We three women share the memories of those early years together. The seed’s of wisdom of days gone by linger in that old rocking chair and now it continues beyond my Forest to share with you.

No cell phones or text messages live here in my Forest to tell me it’s Pea planting time in my vegetable garden. My garden is fertile from years of care. Do the same with your life and you will sense destiny when it comes knocking upon your door. Do not complain about the noise either, it seldom knocks more than twice. Run boldly through and behold the unfolding of the most astonishing things.

Consider this time we spend together here in my Forest, where all can gather a haven of sorts, a save place of wonderment, folly and wisdom.

Remember to play nice in what may seem a big bad world; always lend a helping hand to those that cross your path in life and if you need to take your own break away from life’s storms, revisit me.

Pass the Knowledge On!


Arlene Switzer Flynn
Arlene Switzer Flynn
ARLENE retired from a long and extraordinary career in real estate, both residential and commercial, followed by ownership of her own mortgage broker company. She is a member of Who’s Who for Executives and Professionals in America. She returned to her ‘”forest” with thoughts of retirement, and a new love entered her life – writing. Her first novel “Buzzard’s Glory” hit the market running, and the sequel is hot on its trail. She also writes short stories of humor, old sage advice and inspiration.

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  1. Arlene: My wife and I lived in a log cabin in the forest by our 80 ft. water fall in the woods for 14 years. I found the peace and tranquility (in fact we named the property “Tranquility Acres”) a wonderful haven for writing. I mostly wrote poetry and children’s stories there. We have been gone now for 10 years, but I still miss it.

    As you say, there is no better place to get your head on straight and to understand what is really important in life.

    • The wonderful memories, smells and sounds of your Forest home will always linger in your thoughts, words and deeds. Every time you put pen to paper may the heavenly sounds of Tranquility be with you.
      By the way I’m pea green with envy wishing I had a waterfall.