Yesterday I went kayaking with my great childhood friend, Gigi Ballif Arrington, at Rockport State Park. Doesn't that sound cool? And adventurous? The written word can make something sound that way, although in reality we were just two mildly nervous middle-aged ladies sitting on a plastic raft in shallow water fumbling with binoculars, looking for birds we couldn't really identify.
Still.
I felt more peaceful, more relaxed than I have for some time. The glassy water, the bending reeds, the pelicans clustered like sheep reminded me again that this is such a stunning world. Kids, I am glad to be alive.
I'm headed out the door for a writing weekend. I'll be offline.
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Don't forget the white-water. And the perilous drops. And the fish you caught with your hand. And that your hair looked fab when it was all over.
When I grow up...
I've noticed the same thing about nature, and me in it. I've made a promise to myself to spend more time there, especially when I'm feeling stressed.
Sometimes I have to hit myself on the head to pay attention to it, but it is a wonderful thing when that happens--the beauty of it.
Hope you're having a splendid time, writing!
--and by "it" in the comment above, I meant "the world." I'm sure you got that. That random floating pronoun sans referent.
The world is always beautiful from a boat.
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