This is a generous word if ever there was one. It not only allows us the possibility of escaping some affront but, if dissected, becomes a special gift, given repeatedly. Today I snuck off of the asphalt for a moment in the woods as a way to recharge my batteries and give myself a little gift of presence. I did it twice, it felt so good. A retreat to the mossy woods in the morning gave me a furry green outcrop of rock on which to offer my worries to the sparkling water that festooned the tiny leaves and branches of the alter. The afternoon offered me the most excited dog to inspire another retreat; this time to the top of a rocky hill covered with Garry Oaks and their friendly meadows beneath them. It's the early spring and the wildflowers are just beginning to show. The grass was juicy and the soil beneath black and soaked. The wind was up, but somehow we seemed to find some protected spots that remained still. The branches above swung and danced, singing with the wind's words in the earth's throat. We both left feeling calmed and cleansed.
The construct of the city will attack your senses because it is designed to do so. "Watch OUT!" holler the traffic signs. "It's TIME o'clock" boasts the circle on the tower. "YOU BUY NOW!" screeches every poster and billboard. As I consciously awaken my senses, it becomes more important that I ditch the city for much needed retreats. Giving a gift to my soul that will come in very handy when the frenzied Army of Noise is mustering for another rush hour.
Escape.
Reward.
Repeat.
This is a gem amongst the muck of blogs I've read. I miss you. I can hear your voice while I read your words. Thank you. I smiled at time o'clock. You are a gift to this world and I'm honored that you are my friend.
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