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.
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.