There is a sweetness that lingers in the forest air up here in the mountains. Being so close to a bordering country is making me wonder if I need to take up French.

The lake is large, and the water hits the rocks like ocean waves. I sit here and I weep.

How beautiful this Earth is when you’re not so busy being distracted by what everyone else is doing. How nice is the silence.

I wonder how I’ll ever return to society once I’ve left it. One of those hot dog dogs was a little too curious about me, her owner apologized although I saw no need to. When animals approach me I feel honored.

There’s a girl sitting on a large log that’s been washed ashore wearing headphones, I bet she is trying to shut her mind off. A mom’s group just walked past with their little ones, reminding me of the days I did the same with my boys.

What is this life for if you aren’t going to live it? Looking back I’ve certainly lived it. But now I’m questioning who I had been living it for? I don’t think it was me.

That’s the thing about living your truth, you have to break the old molds to do so. No one says it’s easy, because it’s not.

Does a hawk ever soar if it’s never left the safety of its nest? Do the turtles ever make it to sea if they burrow and hide? Does anyone ever live if they ask permission from anyone else?

Seems as if I’ve experienced an allegory. Once you open your eyes to life and look around you it’s hard to return to the confines of someone else’s mind. Nor do I ever wish to.