There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more. ~George Gordon, Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage too often I forget that right outside my door is the medicine to soothe my overwhelm, infuse my spirit with a feeling of absolute freedom and connect me to my muse. it really isn't even that I forget...i just get caught up in a cycle of DOINGNESS until I STOP and reevaluate and remember the need for BEINGNESS... This morning I took a long, lovely walk on the beach, alone. My purpose was not to exercise but just to wander, to feel the sand beneath my feet and WONDER. I noticed the marks made by the little pippies (clams) like some ancient script willing us to remember our connection and the way the clouds filled the sky in ripples. and how the water split the sand in tiny rivulets I noticed the tiny pi...