Like Carl Sandburg, complete solitude is essential to create passionate, heart-felt writing. This breathtaking scenery causes my senses to become as keen as the pungent smell of roses after a summer rain. The sweet scent of morning mist, the peaceful sound of flowing water, the calming sight of the stagnant lake with the glowing sunlight illuminating only a portion of it, transforms my spirit to a state of trance. I want to put this moment in a jar and take it back with me to my no-time-to-meditate home.
The geese roam freely around us without a care in the world. Even the trees appear to be a vibrant green here, not like the ones I see on a daily basis. Or maybe I don’t see the trees where I live at all. I’m always rushing to work, home, gym, grocery store, and to complete chores -no time to sit and see anything. The cool breeze unwraps my inner being even more causing me to be unusually silent, wanting to savor this moment forever. The occasional droplets of water on my writing pad, and on my skin startle my daydreaming state.
Carl Sandburg, how fortunate you were to discover your chi, and share it with us through your poetry, and this abundant 240 acre terrain. Your presence is still here, in the calming lake, the vibrant trees, and even the carefree animals that dwell here. Now you are blessed to enjoy the eternal awe-inspiring sight of the heavenly palace in which one day you will greet many of us at its gate.
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