Water Calls Out to Us

Over the past couple of weekends, my husband, sons and I were fortunate to spend time with friends in the Berkshires and at Lake Champlain. Our first excursion saw us at the covered bridge in Sheffield, MA, watching the sun set over the Housatonic River.

The following afternoon, after a steep four-hour hike to and from a point on the Appalachian Trail, we went to Shadowland Cove in Cheshire, MA to visit an old friend of mine who owns a house on the lake.

We moved quietly along the water on my friend's pontoon boat, stopping to visit a small island and to allow my sons to jump off and go for a swim.

On Sunday we went to the Berkshires Arts Festival at Ski Butternut in Great Barrington, MA. The sun shone on the artwork and on this pretty pond on the Butternut property.

In Wesport, NY, at another friend's house for the long Labor Day weekend, I rose early every morning to meditate at the dock on Hunter's Point, overlooking Lake Champlain. On my first morning, I caught remnants of the blue moon.

On the second morning, the eastern sun, the clouds, and the ripples in the water created by the gentle breeze filled out the scene.

And on the third morning, the intense blue of the sky was reflected in the water, the blue moon an eye in the distance. I flashed back to the joy of the past two weekends, and I felt immense gratitude for our friends and for the time we spent with them. I left Lake Champlain feeling peaceful and recharged.

Water calls out to us and cleanses us, allowing us to clearly see and enjoy all the beauty and love that surrounds us every day.