Big, Fat Mushroom!

   For the past couple of years, I have been good at doing the isolation thing.  First, it was to be the two weeks.  That spread (at the advice of my doctor) to "a couple of months".  Then before I knew it, that year rolled around and I was still here by myself.  Well, sad to say, it has now become a habit...a daily ritual of sorts to make my rounds of the Bayou and surrounding area and go nowhere else.  My entire world revolves around these nigh on nine acres.  It is a small world for many but it is what my world consists of nowadays and has been for the past two and a half years.

  It is on those early morning hikes that I do my "pondering".  Along the pathways, something will pop up that jogs a memory or simply provokes a good "thinking".  This morning, I came across a lone mushroom sitting out in the middle of nowhere.  Right smack dab in the middle of a grassy space, a big, fat mushroom tilted its head southward as if watching the waters of the Bay.  Hmmm...well.  Maybe that was a hint.  Perhaps I am like that solitary mushroom and should sit and watch the tides roll in and out. 

  Solitude is replenishing.  It is good for the soul.  With it, you become truly aware of yourself and your surroundings.  Take it or leave it...that is where I am at this point.  So...I sat and watched the Bay.