Life has been so crazy, I needed a quiet place in my mind. A friend and I decided to spend an afternoon wandering through the cypress swamp.Birds scrambled , peeked through thickets and called to each other . We moved as quietly as we could, trying not to startle hidden neighbors. A beaver glided by like a parade float. My friend reminded me to take a deep breath. While that shouldn’t have been necessary, I really needed to heed her words. As I drank in the afternoon light, the shadows performed a pantomime. At one point, my eye was caught by a layer of purple floating on the water. The remains of an old tree stood erect in contrast and held my sight. I pointed my camera and shot from a number of views. At home ,when I sat at my computer, I kept returning to that photo. The log seems to glow, it maintains my focus. I can sit and stare, breathe and feel transported. This gift of serenity is one more precious than I could have imagined and expected. A talisman of peace to call on whenever I need to, a lifeline from nature.