I know this place. I have walked its beach and all the hiking trails. I have visited the campgrounds and traipsed over the board walks connecting water to forest. I know in summer the beach parking lot is usually filled to the brim whereas today I am the only one out here. I have been here in all seasons, the hottest days of summer, perched under a small canopy reading and during the coldest days of winter, bundled up and sitting high upon a snow filled dune while journaling. I have watched the lake, wind and waves rise up huge as they encroach on the sand. Viewed the lake also while the surface was like glass and also frozen still in the dead of winter. I have collected Petoskey stones here - Michigan’s state stone of fossilized coral - and also collected many memories.
Bill Plotkin - Nature and Soul
“A genuine elder possesses a good deal of wildness, perhaps more than any adult, adolescent or child. Our human wildness is our spontaneity, our untamed vitality, our innocent presence, our resistance to oppression, and our rule-transcending vivacity and self-reliance that social convention can never contain. We are designed to grow deeper into that wildness as we mature, not to recede from it. When we live soulcentrically, immersed in a lifelong dance with the mysteries of nature and psyche, our wildness flourishes. A wild elderhood is not a cantankerous old age or a devil-may-care attitude, nor is it stubbornness or dreamy detachment. Rather, the wildness of elderhood is a spunky exuberance in unmediated, ecstatic communion with the great mysteries of life—the birds, fishes, tress, mammals, the stars and galaxies, and the dream of the Earth” ~Bill Plotkin
Thursday, November 9, 2017
I know this place, Petoskey State Park
I know this place. I have walked its beach and all the hiking trails. I have visited the campgrounds and traipsed over the board walks connecting water to forest. I know in summer the beach parking lot is usually filled to the brim whereas today I am the only one out here. I have been here in all seasons, the hottest days of summer, perched under a small canopy reading and during the coldest days of winter, bundled up and sitting high upon a snow filled dune while journaling. I have watched the lake, wind and waves rise up huge as they encroach on the sand. Viewed the lake also while the surface was like glass and also frozen still in the dead of winter. I have collected Petoskey stones here - Michigan’s state stone of fossilized coral - and also collected many memories.
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