The serenity of nature’s voice in its element. How beautiful and sweet. Returning to a place of the earth, a place swathed in its origin, surrounded by its ancestry. There is solitude here. Quiet, peaceful tranquility that soothes my nerves from the harshness of city life. Here, i breathe. Here, i dream. Here, i feel inspired. The masterpiece envelops me and I am part of it because I, too, am of the earth. I come from dust, from a Creative Hand with splendid vision. I am in my element, a place where I can explore and find my voice, my heritage, my being.
. . . thoughts from a state park in Savannah, Georgia 8/18/05