What a beautiful day I have lived.
Walking through the San Felasco Hammock Preserve State Park has been such a refreshing change. I am generally trapped in a stuffy house surrounded by things that remind me of work I need to do. It never ends and procrastination is my middle name.
Just recently I was told by my doctor that I am deficient in vitamin D, so I thought a little hike might kill two birds with one stone, so to speak.
The second bird that I am trying to kill is a photography assignment. I need to do three theatrical photograph sequences that are of five photographs. I guess I could also do a series of fifteen total photographs in one sequence. The ending is yet to be determined.
There is not much time left today, because my irresistible husband and myself will be picking up our special little light, Lumen Izabella Tavakouli Klepp. She has been in school, and in a matter of minutes, we will need to be leaving.
So, now that I have this site started, I can feel like I have accomplished part of my goal, and I can feel like I soaked up enough sun to save the day.
I daydreamed about my granny and grandaddy Coghill, as well as many other beautiful souls lost, while I was resting in this open Hay field during a three hour hike at San Felasko State Park today. Beyond a doubt, this was the closest to spirituality as you can get. Without labels of religion, I felt pure. And it feels good.