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The dichotomous song of the cicada rises and falls in its own rhythm in time to the breath of trees. Birdsong is but a whisper--it cannot compete with the siren song of the cicada.

Red squirrels announce my arrival, mouths open wide and bodies rigid for their gutteral chirping.

Crickets, invisible on the rocks before me, betray their presence with the flapping of their winglets. "We are mountain birds," they flap, "and this is our domain!"

The chorus of cicada continues over and above all sounds. This autumn insect wails through September days--a reminder of things to come. Cool mornings, less daylight, and a time of quiet hibernation for all creatures.

Tree and moss perfume the air with a scent ingrained in my DNA. Every breath I take brings me deeper into the soil, my own roots soaking in Her energy.

The World cries out to me, "Hear me! Touch me! See the beauty I provide! When you despair, take comfort in me and I will hold you as my own child. My energy and love surround you; rest on me. I will provide stability. Breathe me. I will fill you with peace. You are my child; let me in and you will never be alone."

Check out my growing set of photos on Flickr here.

If you stop paddling and sit very still,
you can hear the wind rushing through the distant trees,
smell the salt on the water,
and feel the tide flowing back out to sea beneath you.

Sit in the kayak.
Stop moving.
Your butt is sitting on the water, your head inches above.
Close your eyes,
and listen.

Soon, the only things in existence
are you
the wind
the waves.

Perfection on the Atlantic.

Ever heard of it? Yeah, neither have I. The sweetie and I have been fighting for every last second of vacation this summer, but things just keep coming up...and sideways...but mostly down. Emergencies at her job, new developments that need IMMEDIATE attention at my job. *sigh* Don't they realize we both go back to work in the uncomfortably near future? Can't it wait? Not even a little bit?

Well, I'm sorry. You're just going to have to. I'm sending us to an alternate dimension where everything we hear from this one is garbled. We won't re-enter until mid-August.

.grr.

Which is one reason why I haven't written lately. Every day of peace we get, I aggressively pursue a state of va-ca-tion to the exclusion of all else. And we've had mixed success. I've done some relaxing grunt work around the yard, kayaked in the Atlantic, had a BBQ, gone swimming a bit and have read more books in a 48-hour period than I ever thought possible. It's been amazingly delightful. In fact, I'm debating whether to kayak before the rain arrives this evening or work out in the yard. Decisions, decisions.

I have to tell you that I saw an amazing thing yesterday afternoon.




It's called a Fisher...in New Hampshire many call it a Fisher Cat, but it's nothing like a cat. It belongs in the mustelidae family and from what I know it's actually pretty rare to see them. The bugger ran from our yard toward the compost pile, stared back at me (it was HUGE! a weasel on steroids) and then ran off through the woods.

From now on, our little dog goes *nowhere* outside without a leash. She is a tasty snack to the Fisher. Even our cats are no match against that dude. Fishers are known to be one of the only animals to be able to eat porcupine because they'll bite the poor thing in the face until it's immobilized.

Not that I want to scare you. But I have to say, it's SO COOL to have my very own National Geographic show in my back yard!!

Today was funny only because we searched for a dog bed small enough to fit our chihuahua....and found one.
For ferrets.
Fits her perfectly.

Not only do I laugh because of our recent Wild America (remember that show??) episode, but because that's my nickname for the little squirt.

Okay, enough talk. More kayaking.
I hope everyone who reads this is well. I'd love to hear from you.

Until next time, enjoy our Wild America!

The Sweetie and I spent a good hour or so out in the bitter cold at low tide just a few minutes away from our house.

Hee.



The pics I took can be found here.

Just a quick update.
The living room is cluttered but done.
The kitchen, I'm proud to say, was put together in an evening.
Last night, I finished the third floor.
The bedroom is a blissful haven.

I have a home!

Ellaris and I spend as many sunsets as we can curled up together in the living room watching the stars come out and shine over our land.

The only thing missing now is the sound of our friends' laughter in our home.