Notes From a Sunny Day

It's on days like this that I have difficulties trying to imagine the world in winter. That degree of change seems too shocking to be possible, for the corn to be cut down and replaced by snow, for all that's growing now to be dead or dormant. I just returned from a bike ride along about eight miles of black-top road that runs parallel to Tusey Mountain to the west. The beauty here in this part of PA is unassuming, not staring you straight in the eyes--in that, it's a lot like Gambier and Lawrence and billions of other places in the world. I've been packing my waterbottle half with lemonade and half with water and have been putting ginger in too, which is so nice I may do that until winter.

I've been thinking a lot about how important it is to feel open to the power of a place, to have your body and soul invested in it and willing to learn from it and interact with it. The root of "inhabit" implies both a giving and a receiving, and there is a submissionto that energy, giving it permission to take you and do with you what it wants.

"When sitting, just sit." (I forgot who said that.)

"The best (and only) way to love eternally is to love right now." (I forgot who said that.)

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