Late July 2009. A hot day tent camping in Newhalem, Washington. A narrow path led from the campsite to the rushing, icy Skagit River. A glass of white wine. My best friend. Toenails painted blue and dipped into the flowing waters, sitting perched on a mossy bank my back to a giant tree. Not much talk. Forgetting daily worries. Mind stripped clean.All five senses engaged; feet immersed in cold, the taste of crisp wine, the sound of ever moving river, the smell of deep woods, the sight of natural beauty all ours. A moment of peace.
This makes me smile -- I'm imagining sticking my own blue-polished toes in a river. Thanks for the image!
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ReplyDeleteYes! For me morning meditation on the banks of the Methow river and evenings on the banks of the Lost river, Robinson creek or another tributary running down the majestic Cascades. Peace. Connection. Calm.
ReplyDeleteMmm, I can imagine this perfectly.
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