Away, away, from men and towns, To the wild wood and the downs— To the silent wilderness Where the soul need not repress its music (from An Invitation, by Percy Bysshe Shelley)
April is National Poetry Month. Last Monday was Earth Day. And here in Seattle, there’s spring in the air. So it’s no surprise my heart’s tugging toward the open spaces of the Camino del Norte, with the ocean spread out beside me and no one to hear my soul’s music but a few cows blessed with million-dollar views.
Where do you go to hear the music of your soul?