If a single picture could capture what I loved about living in the San Juan Islands, this might be it: the graceful curve of the madrona trees, the charm of the little cabins, the rocky shore, the tidal inlets, the sense of peace and isolation...
I've been missing this calm, quiet connection with the earth that breathes me into being. So Rumi's poem for today (in Coleman Barks' A Year With Rumi) struck a chord:
"Nothing can help me but that beauty. There was a dawn I remember when my soul heard something from your soul.
I drank water from your spring and felt the current take me."
Meditation is a bit like stepping into this little cabin: I rest in the peace and the beauty, drink from that source, and let the current take me.