My husband just left for our cabin, and I kind of wish I'd gone, too, but I want to see my new teacher live tomorrow, and my mental health is probably better served by hearing his dharma talk. It's touch and go though, because the mountains and silence and birds do me a world of good as well. If I have a sanctuary, it's up there. The silence at this time of year, the "nothing to do" letting go, the lack of newspapers and mail or even neighbors, makes a kind of peace that has helped sustain me over the years. I love the woods. I love the wildflowers that must have begun to spring up, and the rising of the lake and the melting of the snow. I like the roar of the river as it jolts into the far end of the lake. Soon there will be boats on the lake and people at the beaches and the snack bar will be open and the store will be crowded with campers. Right now is the calm before the storm.
I'll let my husband have that kind of calming down, and I'll sit tomorrow and take in the words of a young, wise teacher whose love is boundless.
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