I haven’t showered in three days.
I stepped on a cowpie thinking it was a rock while trying to cross a creek.
I caught 4.5 fish, .5 because the last one got away and it was too big not to count. I got a few 8 inch brook trout, though a more experienced flyfisher would tell you they were at least 10 inches.
We biked through and old ghost town and though we saw no ghost, we got plenty of mud on our tires.
We saw the biggest owl I have ever seen, with a wing span of a least four feet, land on a post across the field.
We basked in sunshine and didn’t take anytime to stare at the beautiful stars, choosing to quickly curl up in sleeping bags instead.
This morning, while taking an early morning bike ride, we saw a black bear trying to cross the road. I don’t know who was more scared – me or it.
This is beautiful land.
Happy Fourth of July. This is one of my favorite holidays – sunshine, grills, blueberries and freedom. And not just country-song-code-word-for-you’re-with-us-or-against-us-political-buzzword. But freedom to roll down an empty country road. Freedom to spread your toes out in grass. Freedom to choose whatever ice cream flavor you want. To me, summer is complete freedom. You don’t need to do; you only need to be. To exist. To love and to enjoy.
So if you’re freedom comes in the form of patriotism, in sunshine, in grace, in love, enjoy it today.
For a non-traditional take on democracy, I leave you with one of the few Christian artists who doesn’t make you throw up a little in your mouth, Derek Webb.