Less than a hundred miles from here, the Colorado River flows slow and lazy past our family cabin and towards Matagorda bay. There's a certain spot on a hill where I like to sit in the grass and watch the river and empty my head of all thought. Right now I can see that spot in my mind's eye and I can see the white tufts of Cotton Wood seeds floating on the breeze. I can feel the sun at my back, and the breeze on my face.
I'm heading that way in about ten minutes. It's a short trip, just a day. But the place and the river are calling my name. The upside of being unemployed is that on a Tuesday afternoon, I can answer.
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Peace.
I do this also. I make little nests - spots that don't mean anything except a place where I feel a sense of belonging. To someone else it's just a patch of ground but to me, it's home.
Glad you could answer.
I also really liked the comment you left on post secret.
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I'm with you. I so enjoyed those unexpected pleasures! Have fun!
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