Fishing Trip

Took a fishing trip this weekend. Had the time of my life. Caught a fat large mouth bass and I was so tickled about it. I was in awe of all the wildlife.

Wild at Heart

Today was the most beautiful day. The weather was lovely and I spent practically all afternoon pretending I was an Indian. If you tread lightly here you can meet all kinds of little forest creatures. I can't pinpoint what is it that I love so much about being in the wild but I know that my soul comes to life as I take in the fresh smells and feel the fresh breeze brush across my skin. I love to discover all the little goodies God has tucked into each day here. I think even the deer are getting used to me, as they are letting me come much closer these days. Either that or I have become quieter. This is where I come to center myself. To hear my own thoughts. To simply do some existing. "Produce produce produce," the world says. But I refuse to be told how to live. I want to live intentionally.

Chicago

I found a baby skunk! We were best buds until she actually saw me. I don't know if she was deaf or what but I was following her all around for about 10 minutes while she was digging and gathering food, and then Bam! Stiff as a board she went. I took that as my cue to exit.

[The name Chicago in the language of the Potowatomi Indian tribe means, "wild and smelly."]