“I’d rather wake up in the middle of nowhere than anywhere else on earth.”

– Steve McQueen

I sort of live in the middle of no-where… at least many people may think so.  And I’ve thought a lot about that.

But it’s always someone’s somewhere isn’t it?  These woods with the tall trees are home to fox, elk, ravens, bear, coyote, wolf, and myriad wild flowers.  Life comes and goes in its natural cycle. The days too are in sweet rhythm… the whole of this living system together is  complete and vibrant and I feel that way amongst this radiant Life.

Living in the middle of nowhere to me is much like the concept that the Native Americans and this land were “discovered” by Christopher Columbus.  As if they didn’t exist until they were told who they were by the newcomers.

Yes, nowhere is always somebody’s somewhere. Somewhere special and unique and valued.

This particular No Where is my greatest gift.

Its quiet and wholeness help me find the essence of who I am.

 “No matter how chaotic it is, wildflowers will still spring up in the middle of nowhere.”

-Sheryl Crow

“You will find poetry nowhere unless you bring some of it with you.”

– Joseph Joubert