by Judith Evans Thomas
I am sitting on the porch of my Hilton Head home watching a crane, who I have nicknamed Helen, stalk fish in our marsh. Technically I don't own this marsh but considering I have a front row seat to all marsh activities, I feel as if it's mine... and Helen's of course.
It's so quiet and and I'm so relaxed that I have nothing to say... or maybe it's that I don't want to say anything; I just want to be here and enjoy. I could write about the value of solitude and relaxation but then I wouldn't be enjoying it... so I'm going back to my porch. Where do you go to be alone and zen out?