People speak of a simpler time. I suppose it’s true. Do they mean childhood? Less stress? No responsibilities? A lack of knowledge about how cruel the world can be?
For me, in Haymond, it was simple because I lived each moment, and tried to savor everything that enhanced my senses. Every question I had during my seventeen years there was, if not answered, at least made a little clearer by communing with the purity I found in those hillsides. Trees are not hypocritical. They don’t pass judgment. They are what they are. Living breathing monuments to the majesty of life. It’s as close to God as I have ever been.