If you walk up the field behind our house, away from the water, you pass a couple small cabins, vacation cabins. You follow a path, beaten down by so many feet, and tires, to one of our big towers of gray metal, rising high, marking our cove.`
Last Friday I journeyed that direction, my dog my only companion. The day was beautiful, and I wanted to be in it.`
The wind blew around me, soft and friendly. I heard a mower off on one hill; a tractor on another. I lay down beneath the tower, looking at its belly before closing my eyes. A fly buzzed, bzzzzzz; something small and jumpy landed on my arm. And my head topsy-turvied, because I laid with my upside pointing down the incline.`
It was the most peace I've felt in months, and I kept myself there a long while listening, thinking, open.`
Neat to think it awaits me, just up the hill, anytime I seek it.`
What will you find when you leave your house on foot?