Remember that feeling of weightlessness each time that you reached the top and paused for just a moment when swinging as a child, do you recall how heavy you felt as you passed the ground at the bottom of that same swing. . .
It seems as if life is made to bring us back to that; each day, month, or year filled with a series of rising and falling. Just after opening this account I was pulled away for three months, unplugged and back to the woods and nature that I love so much. Only to find more trees being removed, and few more miles being cleared for housing, parking, stores. . . Now having returned home, and begun classes, feeling renewed a