“The world too has something of a soul.” Vaclev Havel
And sometimes, when it thinks we are not looking, it shows itself, all soul.
That late July morning I woke in my tent at 5am, sleeping a man’s length from the edge of the pond. The stars had winked out, a blush suffused the sky. Something heavy was rippling the water right in front of me. I made my way slowly to the front of the tent, where the screened door let out onto the pond, a body of water our parents had dug, lined with clay and stocked with fish fifty years ago.
The morning mist skated over the pond. Right in front of my tent, something large was playing in the water. Muskrat?–hadn’t seen them in years. Beaver? No we were always staving off their certain knowledge that our pond should be deeper…which it should be. Silt from the highway, which took the upper third of the property had slowly made our pond shallower, perhaps only 8-10 feet at the center. [Read more…] about Summer, snapping turtles’ mating dance, and the glory of life