It's been a beautiful day here in New England. I've been working on a
long held dream to find a solitary meditation/relaxation retreat
surrounded by utter beauty and the raw simplicity of nature.
Well in the last three weeks I finish negotiations on a 30 acre
island in a 45-mile long chain of lakes, secluded in the remotest
lake in that chain. Surrounded by native American land where moose
cavort, deer wander and river otters play in it's waters. Life is
very good. Soon I'll break bread with the "spiritual grandfather" of
the nearby tribe, as one of the benefits of having an island that's
never before been known to have inhabitants is that you get to name
the place.
It's real fun I gotta tell you. There's nothing like going to a lake
and not seeing another soul nor (in the midst of hunting season)
hearing one gun, no cars to drive by, no planes overhead. Just
silence. The sensation of watching the waves of my kayak, the only
waves on a lake of glass, move out and disappear just emphasizes the
wonderful unity of it all.
On Nov 18, 2006, at 10:11 AM, new.morning wrote:
Its a constant source of wonder and whimsical pleasure to see how
various people report their perceptions of the world in such
interesting and diverse ways. (...)
