Ecetera

So I feel like gardening.  I feel like Blogging.  I feel like talking.  I feel like writing letters to friends.  I might even feel like taking on a new project of sorts.  The photo from my trip to Alaska, the long overdue vacation.  The vacation with out wi-fi, internet and smart-phones.  The vacation without an expectation of action.  Seems like for the first time in years I went on vacation with the express desire to disconnect, to simply be.  I left my electronic leashes (except my cell w/o data-in case Rach needed us) at home.  For once in my life I let go of my need to be in the know.  I simply enjoyed the quiet from all other noises but my own thoughts.  I reveled in the quiet companionship of a well honed love, one that is present with or without the sound of words.  I felt the quiet presence of the mountains as they kneeled to meet the sea, the rush of water transforming states of matter. Marveled as spring waterfalls leaped from mountain folds, stopped and breathed, stopped and breathed, stopped and breathed.   The mountains ground me, assure me of my insignificance, enforce my belief in a higher power and the sea stirs that which is without form, without sentience, wild.