Recently I invited my friend, who was visiting from Germany, to accompany me on the Concord River for his first kayaking adventure. Volker first visited the Hawthorne Inn fifteen years ago as a guest who was travelling on corporate business. We have since become fast friends.
We set off early in the morning and silently glided through drifting mist that was electrified by the rising sun. A grey heron took flight, church bells echoed from the distant village and I espied wild grapes hanging in ripe purple clusters by the river’s edge. As we enjoyed the gift of an unexpected breakfast of juice-bearing fruit, while riding upon the slow flowing waters, I was immersed in the beauty of God’s creation.