My two weeks up in the mountains was wonderful. The first week it was so hot we all did very little, which is usually a boon to relaxation and the melt down that makes busy mind disappear. I stared at the lake, walked into the cool waters for refreshment, read and gently interacted with family and friends. Our speech was gentle as well, and we shared food and canoes and card tables and jump starting cars. Even the intense neighbor at the end of the road was friendly and outgoing, after ten years of bristling and aggressive talk. Now I'm back in on my home turf and attempting to keep the slightly sluggish feeling going a bit longer. Even the cooler temperatures here are not buzzing me up. I'm still thinking of the owl in the night near our cabin and wading into the lake one step at a time with no flinching and only a sense of comfort.
It's great to see the photos sent by family and reconnect slowly with them and friends. But I'm going to cling to sluggy mind for as long as I can.
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