There are some people in life, and places, that you you meet and instantly love.
In August I had visited Mashomack Preserve on Shelter Island for the first time, part of a field trip for work. I had that sense inside of when you run smack into the familiar longings of your heart, and know, God willing, you'll be back - and often.
Where your breathing slows down to nature's pace, the perfect pace.
Last weekend a group of us went back out to Mashomack to stay during an impossibly lovely 80 degree blue sky October weekend.
Where your breathing slows down to nature's pace, the perfect pace.
Though I enjoy writing, words pale against the feeling of crunching through the woods during hikes.
Waking to Canadian Geese honking "Good morning! Good morning!"
Listening to waves lap against stony beaches.
The joy of suddenly seeing an osprey nest, and then a hawk, soaring.
How everything looks better by water.
When there, I'm suddenly 11 year old Sam Beaver from "The Trumpet of the Swan", sitting quietly on a log in the wilds of Canada, observing and also participating in the full chorus and drama and beauty of nature.
"All of us have, in our veins, the exact percentage of salt that exists in the ocean...
We have salt in our blood, in our sweat, in our tears.
We are tied to the ocean."
- John F. Kennedy
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