
Twice a year without fail I take compass readings on my life--on my birthday and on New Year's Day. I go to the woods and just let them speak to me--whatever comes, I write down, whatever catches my eye, I sketch. In a busy, hectic life I can always count on these two times for my compass readings--I've gone in ice and snow, when I've had walking pneumonia, and on beautiful autumn days when everything was right with my world. I won't miss it!
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