DAY 1063: The Land He Loved

Saturday was a family gathering at the homestead of my mother's younger brother, Richard, who died in February. He is buried on the land he moved to 47 years ago. It was the first time I'd visited his place in northern Vermont. I could feel him showing me the peace and serenity and holiness of the land he loved. He was authentic and unapologetically himself, living his dream, setting an example for me to do the same.