
Someone from the city asked, "What do you do out there?"
The answer, simply, was, "Nothing."
I rested. Creativity flourished. Life was enhanced. In this tranquil setting I began my first book. Soon I will be at the edge of the lake again, resting, writing, pausing, slowing, breathing.
What seems impossible may just be the beginning of you flourishing, and turning a new page as well.