Two women wise and fine get in a canoe on a crispy Sunday morning. Many moons have risen yet they live the present. One is edgy, the other full of mirth and together these old college friends, on a Sunday morning, crisp, bright, get in a canoe. The lake is as if home, they know it well, its Summer quietness and countless blueberries, its exuberant coastal Autumn foliage, the wintry snow, and Spring. The many shades of green on the shores of the lake, reborn and full of life, again. The women know every twist and turn, the geology and the history. They’ve been friends, also with the lake. The lake is as if home. I too, was on that canoe, and I too am learning to befriend this lake that is as if home to the wise women full of edge and mirth. One day, I too want to be edgy or mirthful and ride off in a canoe on a Sunday crisp and cool and be in the present with many a moon risen.
compassionate curiosity 