Nature Bequeaths Stillness

I long to live a simple life, where I can relax into the peaceful flow of nature. I would plant trees, tend the land, build a patio, hang a humming bird feeder, and generally create an environment where I may sit with friends and release life's troubles.

I remember long hours at my Grandfathers ranch where I would ride horses through the hills, go on long walks through the fields, or just sit on the hillside and soak in the atmosphere. How I miss my grandparents and the carefree days of youth.

Just before the ranch was sold, I remember taking a raft my cousin, brother and I had built, out onto the pond. For several hours I floated out there; so clearly do I remember lying on the old wooden planks and feeling the warmth of the sun on my back. Looking down into the depths of the water, I watched with fascination as the streams of light danced into darkness.

Enticed by the cool water, I crawl forward and slide headlong into its depths. As I don't float, I slowly sink into the dark embrace, suspended in weightless silence. Relaxing my body I feel a calm peace as time slows and passes unnoticed. There is nothing to do here, nothing to think; and I understand why submersion is symbolic of death.

Eventually my lunges insist upon my ascension. Kicking upward I feel the cool flow of water over my body as light finds me once more. Taking air into my lungs my body must now work to keep me afloat; but I do not wish to return to the raft which will carry me back to shore, back to a reality where I must leave this place behind.

I hope to have such an environment for my children, family, friends, and loved ones. I can not imagine life with out it.