I woke up this morning at the lake. It was early when I slipped into a warm deck chair, rested my bare feet on the railing, and watched the sun playing peek-a-boo with the horizon. I found myself mesmerized by the sound of the water lapping at the shore. I was charmed by the dozen or so Canadian Geese curled up on the edge of the beach like an extravagant pie crust, the bats were returning home satisfied from a long night of scavenging insects, and a flight of swallows had taken over the neighbor’s boathouse. A lone black crow tried to get into their nests and three of their bravest chased him away. (I don’t know why but it reminded me of Top Gun)
The lake is a menagerie of sights, sounds, and smells all filed in my brain under relaxation. This is my sacred space. I like to think of it as a ‘thin place’ where the veil between heaven and earth is most transparent. I have a cup of warm coffee in my hand and not a worry on my mind. Heaven…
Living in the Gap 
The beach. Laying on the grass in a park.
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Hammock – backyard – beer
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