Hearing the beaver breathe

Life has been more stressful than I'm comfortable with these last few weeks. There's no one big reason, just too much, too much on too many of the little reasons. At least, that's how it feels on the inside. Up on the surface, all seems to be going in a relatively straightforward manner. My blessings are many, I'm getting a fair bit done, and if there's always way more to do than time and energy to do it in, well, that's one of the signs of an interesting, full life, isn't it?

( Okay, an interesting, full life that needs a bit of tweaking on the balance front.... )

Crane Beach. Conant Brook Dam. Sand, sun, ocean, birds...rocks, trees, birds, and the breath of a beaver.

Oh, yes, life is good.