Last evening a brace of thunderstorms ripped through the anchorage with brief wind gust up to 60 mph. Wow. Mother Nature doing her thing. Course
the good ol' Skinwalker just yawned and pulled a little on her big ol' anchor rode and anchor.

I have been listening a lot lately to the screech of the eagle chicks when there parents bring home the bacon. There are the wild turkeys calling to
each other during the day. I listen every evening to the thousands of frogs that carry us to sleep, but mostly I can hear my body and have started to
listen to it regularly.

It tells me when I am tired, not the clock or sun. It lets me know when I am working too hard or too little. It protests if I get it too hot or cold,
frightened or angry. Now we all experience this proprioceptive (sp) feed back to various degrees in a normal life ashore. But here, where the only
noise is the eagle scream, a fly buzz, a frog serenade or rain splattering the lake, fish jumping, the breeze high above in the trees-well one's body
is just so much easier to listen to with out the usual distractions of work a day life in town. Since we have been at Bay Springs Lake my body is like
a second wife, except this one really does nag at me all day and the other, Capt'n Lynnie, treats me like a king.

I like listening to the Capt'n. Sometimes the voice of my body is a pain in the ass-- pun intended.

Capt'n Lynnie and Skinwalker