In May 2007, I moved from Vegas and the Mojave desert to a small college town in the Finger Lakes area of New York. Outside the college town actually, to Slaterville Springs. This is the country, and there’s a cornfield on the corner and a bog on the way there. There is so much water in the ground under the house that it’s regularly pumped out of the basement into the ditch. A desert dweller’s heart shivers, but it’s that or float.
That summer, we got married, and everything is different! So this is where I gawk with delight and confusion at the change and the fireflies and the forest and the road-side produce stand, “groveling before facts,” as my old friend Sean used to say when we were feeling smart.
Having just lived through my first full-length winter, I can affirm the maxim, “If you can’t stand the winters, you don’t deserve the summers.” Not sure I’m deserving, but I’m loving my first Finger Lakes springtime.
The most precious gift we can offer others is our presence. When mindfulness embraces those we love, they will bloom like flowers.
– Thich Nhat Hanh