I've been craving her around these parts but she's been shy about making her presence known this year. I've caught a few glimpses though, If I look hard enough. Wasn't it just yesterday that I was nestled in a tree and the days were long and my agenda was nothing but redecorating my tree house and collecting leaves? Naya is getting mighty cozy in her carrier and the kids legs are weary from trudging around mountain trails. The smell of dead leaves and fire and the crisp morning air is filling my cup, and I can't get enough.
"When despair for the world grows in me, and I wake in the night at the least sound, in fear of what my life and my children's life may be-I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. And I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought or grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free."
~Wendell Berry~
