My brother, Paul, his wife, Kim and I have just returned from Long Lake in the southern central part of Michigan. Rolling hills, country side, small towns, Amish villages and many lakes filled with summer vacation homes and boats. People from the cities flock here on the weekends looking for their escape from reality. Kim’s family has been coming to their cottage for many years; her grandfather having built the house in the 1940’s and most of her life is filled with wonderful memories that include times on this lake.
And we’ve created new memories the past few days. Boating, swimming in the lake, home-cooked meals, campfires, sunning on the dock and sunset cruises. My dogs, Mama Bear and Bandit enjoyed hikes in the woods and their first boat rides on the pontoon boat. We all shared childhood memories and dreams of living like this all the time. Why can’t it always feel this good…this relaxing? Really, why can’t it? Although I love living in New Orleans, the thoughts of traffic, construction and busy neighborhoods really can squeeze the life out of you sometimes…making it difficult to relax. Being at that lake was like it’s own form of meditation for me and I’m sure for Paul and Kim too. Actually I know it has, because it brings them home to figure out what obsticles lie in their way trying to incorporate more of that oasis of a lake in their regular life. And how can I when I get back to New Orleans? More walks in the parks, strolling the quiet areas of the French Quarter, hiking the swamps and woods…I don’t know. Breathe in, breathe out…
But I will have some great memories left for me on this trip…a refreshed feeling. There is no sense of urgency right now.
My favorite part to this song: “I’m going where the sun keeps shining, through the pouring rain…going where the weather suits my clothes.”