A Quiet Saturday

 Wasn’t sure I’d write today, but I meditate with my Angels with quiet thoughts.  I like quiet thoughts.  I’m enjoying the quiet here in upstate NY where we are out in the country among the woods.  We have a lot of noisy crows in the area, but also a lot of birds.  Once in a while our neighbor starts up his equipment for clearing his land.  He says he’s getting some pigs to raise.  

There is a lot of equipment used in the area for clearing the land, but most of the time it is pretty quiet. I love to listen to the birds singing.  Florida birds are different—they aren’t really song birds.  But the quiet is just amazing!  Something happens to me when we come to this mountain.  Okay we are half-way up a two thousand foot hill.  

But the locals call it the mountains.  Our elevation here is about a thousand feet.  I’ve heard the wild turkeys but have yet to see one here.  We see deer and turkeys while traveling our road to here.  Only once have I seen a bear.  But they can make their presence known if we leave out the garbage.  

I usually hate the idea of packing and traveling to here, but once we get here I always hate to leave.  The high today will be 80 and the over night lows are always in the 60’s.  Perfect weather for sleeping.  I haven’t had to dodge too many raindrops by going to the garage.  

I just sit here and smoke my pipe on the deck and commune with nature.  My pipe today is my Dunhill estate pipe my family bought me as a Christmas gift a few years back.  My tobacco is either Winchester by Cornell and Diehl or Proper English by Peter Stokkebye.  Thank you for letting me share my time with you.  Peace and Love to each one of you.

Dave