I went home this weekend, to the place that I grew up. It's funny how home is always home.
We went home for my nephew's baptism. This is my little sister's oldest son.
My sister who I grew up sharing a room with, who I went to college with, who I young with, and went to Seminary with and first dances, and had first driving adventures with, and on and on. Where does the time go? This life is so brief.
Anyway, it was awesome to be there for the blessed occasion. And, of course, my kids made sure we stopped for a spell at the Lake...Lake Erie, to be precise.
Lake Erie is the place where pretty much everyone in our family went to meditate, to play, to unwind, but mostly to contemplate life, I think. And it's the place where we still go.
The waves can be so relaxing, the sunsets unbeatable, and when the Lake is like it was this weekend, it's wild and energizing and exciting.
Do you have a place like that? Do you have memories attached to it? I'd love to hear about it.
Nature has a power to calm and sooth us, even just taking a walk outside can be a place of meditation.
ReplyDeleteThat is so true, Lin! My baby always stops crying when I walk outside. He just seems in awe of it all. The sounds. The smells, the sights.
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