This morning I woke to the sound of rain.  Yesterday a friend and I walked back and forth to Tennessee Valley Beach.  Though the weather was iffy, we felt the call, and then the colors in the gray were another call, another stroke of the gift of life in water, earth, air, and stone.

I’m re-reading Gretel Ehrlich’s book, The Solace of Open Spaces.  She writes of the dances of Native people, the gatherings, the connection with sun, rain, earth, our breath, our steps.