Having released his frustrations into the healing waters of the lake, he climbed a hill that sat high above the water. He sat cross-legged under a majestic old oak and watched a hawk glide majestically overhead. He closed his eyes, listened to the call of the hawk and accepted the energy of Spirit deeply.
Guess I'm getting a little more introspective of late. I recently started meditation and have hung around some new-agey types. Why these ancient beliefs are called new, I'll never know. I guess you're never to old to look in new directions....or old ones!