It was a surreal early evening in Kansas near the town of Council Grove when I took this photograph.
I was camped on the edge of Council Lake and the wind was harsh, whipping up large waves on the lake. It was an unusual sight seeing whitecaps on top of angry waves — as if I was already on the coast of Florida.
The entire sky had a burnt orange look to it. It felt alien and exciting at the same time. I ventured to the edge of the lake where there was a sea of seagrass (lame pun?) bent to the will of the wind.
I looked up and saw what looked like the eye of Sauron in the clouds, boldly spying upon us. Vast groups of birds were flying under and away from the sun, urgent wings singling unrest.
I stopped at the edge of the lake, where dry mud of the earth was cratered. I could go no further else I’d sink into the cracks. Flocks of birds were huddled there, seeking refuge from the wind. Torn feathers were scattering all around, ripped from their hosts.
Standing there, it felt like quiet madness everywhere — the sky, birds under siege, an angry lake, howling winds, the sun a burning coal staring down at us.
Later that evening I remember the winds rocking my camper as I slept fitfully through the night.
Looking at the photo alone without the back story seems to convey a sense of serene, calm beauty, doesn’t it?
A recent dream reminded me of an old flame of mine who was one of the great loves of my life. It was one of those tumultuous relationships with a lot of soul and ups and downs. Some might call us karmic soulmates brought together to learn from past lives to face unresolved issues and… Continue reading
…on Lake Newnan in Gainesville, Florida
At a session today, I updated my acupuncture physician on how well things were going healing-wise with little victories along the way. There was an exception, I told her. The time a few days ago I sat outside a cafe for about an hour writing. I splurged on a coffee, something I hadn’t had in… Continue reading
This evening I walked through a preserve to the edge of a lake and sat on a bench to begin my quiet communion with nature. Beauty was everywhere — waves breaking across a vast surface, tall trees all around, an osprey flying by with fish in mouth, vultures sailing in lazy circles above, sun’s shadow… Continue reading
While I’ve come across a great deal of unusual people, all sorts of wild animals (including a bear hunting me down on a trail – that’s another story for another time), and strange physical structures (both natural and man-made), I’ve unexpectedly had a few encounters of the paranormal kind. I guess I shouldn’t be too… Continue reading
A story of broken hearts and broken honor on a campground in Mexico on the Sea of Cortez.
The other day I realized it’s been over a year since I voluntarily removed my hearing aids to go completely deaf as a literal vow of silence.
The other day I realized an apt description of what Lyme disease does to you — it steals your body from you.
Who knew I’d be missing the different varieties of campground showers around the continent?