Just Being

Here at the Mansion, I have a very, very long water hose.  It's the longest hose I have ever seen.  I can almost reach any area in my yard without changing spickets.  If you have seen my yard, you would be able to vizualize the monstrocity and great status this hose can acheive here at the mansion.  I have had it from day one, its been my good ole standby, always steady, dependable never having any inconsistency in performance.  This is until today............ The perfect hose sprung a leak:/

I noticed the water pressure go down and went to investigate.....

When I discovered the leak, I suddenly realized, my life too feels as tho it has sprung a leak.  I have lately felt like my water pressure is low, and I can't seem to do anything due to not running full throttle on all engines..........I was Burned Out!!!!

Luckily, just in time, the duct tape appeared out of nowhere, by duct tape--I mean three days away at the lake to recharge my battery and plug my metephorical leak in the hose of my so called busy life.  After the week I had, the first three hours at the lake involved just sitting there staring into the water just being..........

Nature has a funny way of providing comfort and surrounding you with rest and relaxation, without asking for anything in return.  Silence.......

It took me several hours before I could even speak in complete sentences again.  I was fortunate to have my Rock Star boyfriend there, he is patient, he just let me be, he fished, I just just there being, observing clearing my head, he fished, I digressed till the sun went down.  Needless to say after three days of repeat digression in virtually the same exact rock, I did not want to leave.  The effect that nature has on my soul is amazing but yet necessary.  Weather it's nature's beauty or the fact I can feel God all around me, I found such comfort just being there with out anything pressing or electronic devices ringing, dinging, or vibrating my sanity away.  having my God, my Rock Star, the sunset, the lake, the rocks, the white beaver sticks I maticulously collected for something?, the small mouth bass, the Fresca, the homeade brownies I managed to cook for the trip, and the cute little bunnies jumping around the woods, not having any demands or the pulling of me in fifteen different directions all at once.  They all just wanted to just BE with me on that rock at the lake...............I enjoyed every single minute:)