I was remembering something the other day....some of the best times in my life had absolutely no dollar value attached. They came on me in unexpected ways.
When I was in high school, I liked to write poems.
Now, I don't write poems anymore, but as an angsty teen...big thing of mine.So my English teacher let me and two other students from our high school go on a poetry retreat.
It was up in the top of the lower peninsula of Michigan...not far from Traverse City. It was a cabin on Grand Traverse Bay, Lake Michigan. We got to stay there for two days, three nights.
It was beautiful...
Here's some pictures, I had to use two cause there just aren't the pictures to do it justice.
It was rolling hills full of trees leading right up to the water... so this.
On the last night we were there, lying under trees just off the beach, were me and two or three of my friends. We were staring up at the underside of an old oak tree when Gwen, (one of my friends) begins to recite a poem that I had never heard before.
I found out later that it was a very popular poem. But it was magic the first time I heard it.
It was dark and the moon was shining through the branches of the tree. The breeze was drifting through the leaves, rustling them. It was autumn, but warm. I could see the moonlight shining off the surf and could hear the waves washing up on shore...and nothing else. The beach looked bleached white.
And Gwen said:
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
It wasn't hokey or contrived, it was one of those moments where the poem was already so alive that it just seemed natural.
It was a perfect moment.
A moment when you feel at peace with yourself.
A moment in time when the world is a beautiful place.
Full of creative, warm, funny and interesting people.
The weekend i spent bouncing ideas, and words, and images off the people around me,
was one of the best weekends of my life.
Lying there under the trees, and the stars, and the moonlight,
with people unafraid to appreciate the beauty around them.
There are very few times in your life you get to feel that way.
So now, when I am in the middle of the everydayness of my life
I like to remember that.
It helps me relax.
I want more of that.
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