Falling Water

“flow under me,

through me,

into me

rinse my spirit, love

the wind will whip me dry”

-J. Ellen Cooper

A few years ago when I lived in Vermont, there was a beautiful waterfall near my house. When I was alone, I would climb over to a big rock overlooking the falls. The sound was immense and it crowded out everything. Leaving me in cool mist and gazing at falling water.

Keene waterfall

Sometimes the incessant chatter in my mind becomes too much to bear. The critical voice, the “poor me” voice.

The couldn’ts and shouldn’ts and have tos.

The what ifs and whys.

Oh the whys.

And the gratitude voice is so small and quiet, and it’s just another sound in the cacophony.

In those moments, I think of it all as a raging torrent of waterfall. And I am standing in it, and the pressure is almost enough to knock me over and the sound is deafening.

And then, in my mind’s eye, I just take a step back, out of the flow and into a damp crevice. The waterfall goes from overwhelming and hurtful…

waterfall

to beautiful and removed. A cool mist on my face and enough distance for all those voices to blend into a single sound. And that single sound blocks out all my thoughts.

I wish you that peace today.

Adirondack Walk

Today I went for a walk with a friend.  She is an talented artist and the owner of many of the cute farm animals I often post pictures of.  I consider myself very lucky to have access to so many cute farm animals right across the street!  There is really nothing better than taking a walk with a friend.  Bonus if you get to do it somewhere beautiful.

trees

It was a glorious Adirondack spring day.  I haven’t taken this walk through this part of my neighborhood since last fall and I missed this road with its incredible views.

farm equiptmentMy town boasts a large potato farm, which gives us the privilege of big clearings with mountain views and neat looking farm equipment (not to mention a swell corn maze in the fall!)  One of the best things about living next to a potato farm is gleaning.  Once the tractors go through the fields and harvest the potatoes, locals descend upon the fields and pick up all the potatoes that were too small for the harvesters.  Free potatoes!    farmhouse mountainsThe Adirondack Park is over 6 million acres, larger than any of the National Parks in the lower 48 states.  The land inside the “blue line” of the park is about half publicly owned and half privately owned.  I live right smack in the middle of the Adirondacks, which means I can take a walk down this road along potato fields, and view protected wilderness on all sides.

tree

Off in the distance are the Adirondack high peaks.  mountains

So, this is my neighborhood.  I have spent way too much of this winter (and last!) cooped up inside.  Hopefully next winter will be different, but right now Spring is here, which means it’s time to get out into it.  mountains