The surface of Otter Lake is alive today. The gentle breeze that sweeps over the water folds and waves the lake's face the way that air ripples beneath flowing fabric. The birds in the trees chirp joyously to each other, filling the air with a chorus of nature's music. The sounds on the lake create a gentle symphony, played by an orchestra of the man-made and the natural, harmonizing in this glorious space. The creak of the dock on the lake's surface beautifully complements the sound of the water kissing the pebbles on the shore. The wind through the leaves sounds like a long exhale, mirroring a soft and gentle chime. My heartbeat becomes the percussion, oddly in-sync with this melodious moment.
The peace I feel is monumental, gracious and warm as the sun's embrace is on my back. I know this spot is sacred. Its gentle knowledge relaxes me. This spot on the water has seen so many years of joy, thousands of different faces, all experiencing an unfathomable balance between man and nature, whether they realized it then or not.
It's times like this one that make me remember why I keep coming back here every year, why I always think of this place as my favorite place in the world. The wholeness of my self in this place, of everyone in this place, is why I keep coming back. My heart is full to almost bursting when I am here, and yet I know that the capacity is still there for more love. This space is sacred. That much I know to be true, always and forever.
The video doesn't quite capture all the sounds, but I think it does do the space justice.
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