Space to Just Be

Here I sit looking out over the Pond at the labyrinth and big rolls of hay.  A neighbor leases the pasture land which is now converted to hay fields since he keeps his cows on his own land across the road.  I don't recall seeing the hay rolls before. (Are these called bales, too - like the rectangular ones are?  Don't see them very often any more.)  How neat everything looks over there now.  Greens and browns.  No autumn color in the trees yet but it can't be long.  Yesterday was a gray one misting rain most of the day and turning to deep fog by the time students were leaving the Yogatorium.  First session upon returning from vacation in Taos.  Still recovering from the long drive, but I loved it.  There is something about driving across country crossing rivers, mountain ranges, and flat lands that is comforting.  New Mexico, Texas, Oklahoma, Arkansas, Tennesee, North Carolina, and South Carolina.  How fortunate we are to have a peaceful place to be with much space to just be.  I wonder how many square feet of space each one of us actually has in this country?  My own 53 acres seems more than my share.  So, I attempt to share it with others often.