This Hole Is Not Empty

A green space, filled with the scent of pine trees and always just slightly damp from the rain. Silent except for the sound of the birds outside the windows, or the dogs in the distance, it calls to me more than I ever imagined it would.

I come here first thing every morning and just before I go to sleep at night. I come many times in between too. Here I find that raison d’etre that all lives need. Not that I don’t have others, this one is just a special place, one that warms my heart and feeds my mind in so many little ways.

Sometimes I sit in the rain, knowing that this water has been around since the beginning and will be here long after I am gone; knowing that it moves across the country touching first one place, then another.

Beside the lake is a small hole that I never pay much attention to. After all, what is a hole except an empty place? At least that is what I thought until a day, or two ago. Now I am discovering this hole is far from empty. It is rich with life, over flowing with so many stories that I bought a book about it. I want to know more.

In the mean time I come here and find a connection to life that makes me smile. Sometimes it even makes me laugh. This is a peaceful place, a beautiful spot to find reflections and warmth in every breath I take.