
Later, I got an email response from my aunt. I had written her to tell her I was thinking about her and just wanted to say hi. She wrote back and wanted me to know that her grandchildren are in the 98 percentile of the smartest children in the nation. Who cares? How has that ever made a difference?! Did Gandhi make this claim?
I spent the rest of the weekend hiking. What a contrast the clean, spring air was compared to the shouting of a self-centered, grouchy old guy and... I could hear my own voice, and see the world for myself. I could walk as far away as I wanted. On my path were so many amazing things: a grey squirrel sitting on a post eating a nut, a rough-skinned newt walking carefully through the tall spring grasses, blooming buckbush that smelled as sweet as time that only the sky can measure. I saw flowers that were red and shaped like Christmas trees growing in between ferns. It was all so beautiful. And it meant something! It mattered! It is a place we can all go to and enjoy. It is a place I will always seek out when I want to see what is right in the world, especially when everything and everyone seems so very wrong.