Paddling in Awe

I love the feeling of magic and spirituality that permeates this world. It both invigorates me and humbles me. During a recent kayaking trip on a lake near my parents house I felt as if I had paddled into a mystical realm. Fallen trees lay just under the surface of the water and as we paddled over them I felt that I should be reverent and respectful in such a magical place. I wish I could have remained there longer than our trip allowed and meditated in such a special place. I can feel the fringes of that same magic present in my house and yard. Perhaps that was one of the things that drew to this dwelling place. I firmly believe that one's home should be their sanctuary and the environment it holds should speak to their soul. I should like to find such a home that suits me on a lake similar to this one. The idea of daily meditation sessions and communion with water spirits speaks to my soul.

Cranberry Lake, the portion that we paddled through as seen from the shore.