"Except for the point, the stillpoint,
There would be no dance,
And there is only the dance.
   --T.s. Eliot

Next weekend we open our summer cabin at Silver Lake. Hikes and kayak paddles and food preparation and dropping everything to sit on a friend's deck to share the beauty of the lake are what we do. In between, times for naps, reading books and a serious study of squirrels circling trees fill out our days. For a few months in the fall, after we have closed everything down for the winter, photos help recapture still points and smooth out reentry months. By April, everyday is a countdown until our dance begins.

Baruch ata adonai, Thank you. I am filled with gratitude for this place which slows me down and reconnects me to my self. Amen