Where dreams are made

It seems like a long time since I've been in a natural environment. Something that was created by God and not tainted by the hands of man. Something pure and flawless in its essence. Going back and thinking of these places inspires me. I'm so overwhelmed with how the modern world works that I honestly forget what it means to just be.

The most natural place for me has been unvisited for many years, except maybe by the lawn mower a couple times. My memories of this place are brilliant. I crave the opportunity to go back there on a sun-filled day, with only myself and waste hours starring at the sky. In that endlessness there was no worry about tomorrow or regrets about the past. I was purely in-tune with life and fearless as to what might lie ahead. You could smell the purity in the place. You could smell the excitement of the water moving out towards the ocean and never to return. It was a place of meditation on the most primitive level. Something that you cannot be taught, but something you must experience to believe.

The field of grass was as endless and as intoxicating as the sky above. The grass was every shade of green and sometimes growing higher than I was tall. It was a complex mosaic of sharp and soft textures. It was woven out into a perfect place to fall. It felt like I was born there, like out of the entire world this was where I was supposed to be. I wanted to bathe in this grass. I wanted to nuzzle up in it and escape everything else. This patch by the water was never mowed. It would grow with me throughout the summer and would come sharply back to life each spring. Its reliability was comforting. Just knowing that even though we would be apart throughout the winter, it would still be perfect when I returned.

There was a rock that was completely surrounded by water and just big enough to stand on. I would balance on that rock a few feet out into the lake and be completely satisfied with the world. Freedom was found out there on that rock. Freedom was in the wind wrapping itself around me and then dashing of on a great adventure. Freedom was there when I would slip into the lake and soak my clothes in water. Freedom was there when I when the sun poured onto my face and let me feel its heart. The freedom I found there gave me strength. And let me know that at the most simple level, that life is good.

Writing this makes me want to go back here. If not sometime soon then in the future with my family. This place has taken a part in defining me. It has inserted itself into the places where I find relaxation and will continue to follow me throughout life no matter where I go.