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We spent this past week on Drummond Island in Michigan

Hubby, son, my sister and the dogs all bonding and sharing

We're all snug back at home now and I'm enjoying the quiet of the wee hours

Before anyone is awake 

My head is still cradled in that peaceful glow that only vacations produce

The images of endless trees, water, and blue skies still clear in my head

I felt gratitude while there; grateful for no signs of development

Grateful that we had an opportunity to take this vacation

Grateful when people greet one another as fellow human beings

Grateful that there are still patches of Mother Nature left untouched

And oh so grateful to see that while most of the people I see back home

may be self absorbed and, well, complete idiots

That all you need do is stand in Nature for one moment to realize 

that we do not stand alone on a pedestal above all else

We're part of that whole cycle of life;

part of the earth, sky, trees, wind, water, animals

(I sound like a tree-hugger, huh...well I am)

 I sat by the campfire one night with my head as far back as possible

Looking at the enormity of the night sky, watching the shooting stars 

and hearing the wolf howls

I felt enormous awe, I felt tiny, and in one strange moment 

I connected to a place deep inside and found immense sorrow

Confused I backed away from that and
continued enjoying the vast greatness around me

But the next morning I realized that once you touch that sorrow,
it starts to leak out

So as much as I hate to,

I know I'll have to sit and confront whatever that was sometime soon

But for now, I'm relishing in the memories before they get clouded over

And warning you that you'll probably be subjected to a gazillion tree pics

~

heehee