This is a re-post from http://www.ladiesincamo.com.
I sit silently as the wind kisses my face. The sparrows dance in the sky above to the song of the red-winged blackbird. I breathe. The fresh spring air fills my lungs with new life, and hope.
This is my world.
Although I was not able to get out hunting or fishing this weekend, a quiet walk along a nearby brook was enough to feed my soul.
What fuels your spirit when you are unable to get away?