Remaining silent about the destruction of nature is an endorsement of that destruction.

I finally got a chance to get back out on the river today. I’ve needed a little break for a while now. Too many things going on in my head and I ached for a chance to be alone for a moment and sort it all out. Between work, my hectic schedule, unexpected guests and poor weather it has been way too long since I have had the chance to get away and play in its cool waters. The first of the autumn flowers are beginning to bloom. They seemed to have sensed that the kids are back in school and its now safe for them to start to show their beautiful colors. The pure white of the Snow on the Mountain stands out in sharp contrast to the surrounding landscape. The hardy Silphium brings brightness to the dense shade under the majestic oaks. The delicate pinks of the Plains Ironweed decorate the river banks in soft salmon tones. And the vibrant Goldenrod is just starting to expose its daring chroma. After paddling along for a while I decide its too hot outside (it is after all August in Texas) and head out for a nice swimming hole. I beach my kayak, disrobe and plunge into the cool water. As I lay there becoming at one with my surroundings, my mind clears as if by magic. I watch the water dance before my eyes and find at least a temporary peace.