Category Archives: Reflection Spot

I want to say that not much has changed since the last time I was here, but I know better than that. I know to look a little harder and breathe a little deeper. I know to stop myself. To … Continue reading →

A lot has changed since my last visit to my reflection spot. Visually, there is less of everything. Leaves no longer inhabit trees, instead they rest upon the ground. A few ducks paddle around the lake either in pairs or … Continue reading →

After a quick visit to the coffee shop, 8:15, I head to my Prius with Spider Cider in hand to relax in my reflection spot. There are significantly fewer leaves on the trees. Brown and withered, but still gargantuan, the … Continue reading →

As things go in life, my schedule did not allow me to visit my previous reflection spot. But don’t be too concerned, I was out and about having fun in Boston! As soon as the plane lifted off from Richmond … Continue reading →

It’s funny how life feels so rushed. I feel like I haven’t been able to breathe since arriving back from our fall break trip. It’s not just me either. I feel as if the world is turning faster. And faster. … Continue reading →

Seeing as our class toured the upper and lower parts of our campus to observe our water sources and outlets, it made sense that my reflection spot go one step further.  There is a small path carved out through the … Continue reading →

Staring across the lake, I notice how everything moves.  The geese float serenely across the surface of the otherwise glassy surface of the water.  The students and faculty hurry to their next class or meeting.  The leaves on the trees bristle at … Continue reading →

Sunday, September 8, 2013; 11:00PM It’s awfully quiet here. Well, not quiet, but peaceful. The sounds of the insects prevent me from saying otherwise. But as I sit here, alone, surrounded by what many would call nature, I cannot help … Continue reading →

In the center of everything is a man-made bench inscribed with the words “Gift of Robert J and Bettina S Lumpkin” which is firmly attached to a slab constructed of brick. On top of the bench is me, who is … Continue reading →