~ Going In ~

I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.  ~John Muir, 1913, in L.M. Wolfe, ed., John Muir, John of the Mountains:  The Unpublished Journals of John Muir, 1938

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Good morning dear ones!  

Today began thankfully, as I prefer, with a walk around my neighborhood.  The ancient oaks were waiting for me, greeting me, standing tall and still full of leaves.  Growing shyly in one corner of an old apartment building yard I spied what we call the pink vine.  The vine is not pink, the flowers are tiny pink lantern look a likes.  They are from childhood and I am delighted.  I would love to take a "pinch" of the vine and try to sprout on my windowsill.  This is in my mind but I'm not sure and do not desire a police call.  :)

Walking is a "stepping out" from more than my apartment.   As John Muir has written in his journal, I am discovering there is a "going in", going on.  Even though I dwell in a city, I shut out the city noise and "go in" to my own woodland world.  There are trees and flowers, and earth and sky, and Lake Howard, so you see, this a enough for me.  I have made if fit, made it what I need, and it is working.

Blessings!