We have this place out in rural Tennessee outside of Franklin. Several years ago I built this little bench and placed it in this spot, expecting that this might be a place I’d come and sit, think, pray, breathe. I called it my “thoughtful spot” as a nod to Winnie the Pooh. Unlike Pooh and his daily stroll to the thoughtful spot with Christopher Robin, I didn’t make it out to this spot as often as I’d hoped. Over time, and without intervention, I expect the land will reclaim the (wo)man made thing and maybe that is just as it should be.