I have walked through the mountains of Colorado, stood atop the Badlands of the Dakotas, and wandered through the depths of the Grand Canyon. I have climbed the twisted and rocky paths of the Adirondacks, snaked through the grasses of the Florida salt marsh, and stood under the powerful flow of Niagara Falls. I have hiked through the grasses of the Great Plains, clambered over rock on the California Coast, and walked (with my hands free) through the Sonoran desert.
I have played a flute, wafting its melodies through the red rocks of the Garden of the Gods. I have strummed a guitar beside a cold stream in North Dakota, and sung to the morning sun in hymns of praise to the glory of creation everywhere I have walked. I have bathed in the silky warmth of a geyser basin in Yellowstone at midnight, meditated on the rocks at the foot of Cumberland Falls in early summer, and talked to the loons in the mist of an early morning in New York. And I would love to walk through the woods with you and experience the world through your eyes because I am a lover of humankind.
