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December 26, 2011


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"the silence and sense of openness that fills your heart"....sigh, lovely.


This is so lovely! I have personally found that it takes at least two weeks immersed in an undisturbed wilderness setting to finally reach a state of oneness with it, to feel like you could stay forever and wouldn't be missing out on anything. When I was a child my family used to go to a northern lake where we had no neighbors, no power, no phone. I went through phases of boredom and restlessness on our longer stays of 5-7 days. It was after stays of two weeks or longer than I hated having to go back to the city, because I finally felt at peace where I was . . . and it WAS a luxurious stillness, openness and silence. So, I can understand why your neighbor could stay 40 years.


This was a very LOVELY piece. The thoughts of Bill and the solitude he must have felt so long ago. The comfort the natural world brings to a person who is raw from intensity. The connectedness to something bigger, the web of life we have walled ourselves off from. The heart beat of life. Very enjoyable to read this.


I'm always amazed by your ability to evoke how it feels to be in wilderness. You accurately name the things I've felt but never succeeded at putting into words--that sense of spaciousness and the way we slow down and begin to notice things we would otherwise miss. I'm also touched by your compassionate imagination of what that setting must have been like for Bill. Thanks for another insightful and wise piece.

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