The soul of a place

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Day 9 on the river and we are finally seeing the soul of the place we occupy. The creatures that you only see in the middle of the night, if you are up. The solace of the shade during the heat of the day. The ground squirrel munching on flowers. The warmth of the fall sun mid-afternoon. We have seen glimpses as the days have passed. A little here, a little there….and then at once you are finally here. Everything becomes part of you and you part of it…

You begin to feel one with the place, you understand the rhythms and the timing of the raven visits in the morning, mid-day and and the evening wish good night. As if they are checking in to see how everything is going. They fuss at the boaters for making too much noise. Their fascination with the sound of the flute. The sound of their squeaky wings as the fly through the silence.

The rustle of the leaves as they spend their last days on the tree…

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The loud boaters who think they are the only ones around. At least they come and go like the breeze, not staying long enough to spoil the peace for more then a brief moment, and then they are gone

and we return to the soul of the place…

Location:Anderson Bottom