I don’t know about you, but as much as I love the hustle and bustle of the holidays with dear folks, I have got to get away by myself now and then to maintain my sanity and equilibrium.
It is good to be alone now and then. To head into the forest with your own thoughts, setting your own pace, stopping at the things that make you catch your own breath.
I love the strange silence of the woods, a magical silence that is not void of sound but of stress and clamor and obligation.
I like to sit by a quiet pool, gazing at the water with its reflection of ferns and palms, admiring the thick carpet of russet leaves covering the bottom.
It’s a good place to just breathe…
I like a slow-moving river too, broad and shallow, flowing silent and steady, never hurrying.