The days began quietly, gently, at the cabin by the river. The trees, the rain, the sound of the water all reminded me that I am alive. I am a part of this big, beautiful earth.
I wandered the riverbank. I walked in the woods. I laid awake at night, listening to the rain on the red tin roof of the cabin. Nature spoke to me during those peaceful days and nights, and I answered, telling the wind and the trees and even the river itself....I understood.
"gonna listen to the river sing sweet songs to rock my soul" -- Garcia/Hunter