(First written 8/3/06)
At 6 am this morning I walked through the trees to go to the bath-house for my morning duties. The brisk clear air, the soft sounds of squirrels and nuthatches, and the sweet smell of cedar invaded my senses. Life: what a miracle. This is about as good as it gets. If/when we move into a house, we’ll have to put the bathroom at the end of the yard. I cry quietly for the millions who live boxed inside the paraphernalia and busyness of modern living, never noticing that life is passing by.