It had been nearly 10 years since I dipped my toes into this pristine lake in the Pocono Mountains in Pennsylvania. As a young girl I had spent 1 week each summer with friends and family in a beautiful open A-frame cabin on the lake- days were spent fishing on the lake, jumping off the floating docks, and meandering along the forest forging new paths.
Today I’m sending you a post card from the very same lake, A-frame cabin, and forest floor- revisiting cherished memories, making new ones, and reminding you to meander more often into woods- jump into the waters- or fly.
“Come to the edge, He said.
They said: We are afraid.
Come to the edge, He said.
They came. He pushed them,
And they flew . . .”— Guillaume Apollinaire
French poet
