I’ve not written…not because I didn’t want to, but mainly
because life has been very busy lately. Busy,
frustrating, and too much stuff swirling around in my head to think straight
line enough for writing. Two weeks ago,
things got out of hand. I abandoned all
reasoning, loaded my kayak, and took me to the Little Sandy River to get away
from the world. Escape is a wondrous
thing. We’ve not had much rain this summer,
so Sandy was very still (hardly any current at all) and muddy…like it always
is. It was a beautiful, hot summer late
afternoon – blue sky, dragonflies, butterflies, herons, ducks, turtles, and
lots of fish – just me and my world with nary a single human soul to interrupt
during the whole adventure. This time,
cattle were standing in the river and laying in the shade of trees along the
banks. They ignored me for the most part. Sometimes the silence clears the noise in my
head. Sometimes, I get lost in the
reflections on the water...it’s good.
