In the early morning hours, as the sun creeps up to lighten the sky, a gossamer mist rises silently from the glass-smooth water. Shake the sleep from your eyes and go - walk quietly, passing beneath tall, stately fir and cedar, brushing past huckleberry and salal still awash with the morning’s dew. Approach it with a reverence befitting the mighty creation it is - when you are near its edge simply sit, listen, and BE. There is a hush, a silence so encompassing that it will envelop you and lay your soul bare.
I need a break from the busyness of life. There is always so much to do and my list seems endless. Mostly, this is my own doing, for I am definitely a doer. Work, family, church, home, garden and social commitments keep me going, going, going... I am fortunate, as I am at a stage in my life when I can (for the most part) decide what I will and will not do. I keep busy because I want to, for I savor life and want to give much and get as much out of it as I can. But I know that to keep building, I need to “sharpen the saw” every so often.