I feel as if nature puts my senses back in order that life can so easily disfigure sometimes. One of my very favorite places that I have discovered since becoming a Georgia resident is a small, private, and completely primitive island called Cumberland Island. Sitting right outside of St. Mary’s, FL. It is a magical place. The island is one of Georgia’s largest barrier islands and one of the most spectacular natural habitats in the Northern Hemisphere. As soon as my feet step off of the ferry onto the sandy ground beneath me, I escape into a magical fairytale. The history is rich. The scenery to the eye is delightful with the old Georgia oak trees and sweet southern moss hanging over the gravel roads that stretch for miles.  The earliest residents date all the way back to 2000 b.c. and stretch into lavish parties at the mansion hundreds of years ago. It’s almost like standing in Gatsby’s yard gazing at the light across the bay. Sometimes it’s as if I can hear the music and see the people dancing in gowns of such adornment with strings of pearls and laughing together. Prestigious families such as Nathaniel Greene and Thomas and Lucy Carnegie resided on the island along with their families and all of the original workers. The Dungeness mansion, which is enough to take your breath away, still stands on the island. Burnt twice but still standing strong.  You can still see all of the original buildings and fields. A grand and graceful mansion still stands on the other end of the island which was built for the daughter of Thomas and Lucy Carnegie which is now the Greyfield Inn. I have never had the privilege of staying there, but one day I hope to have the experience. I must say, even more than the vivid history that meets the eye, are the wild horses that permeate the island. They are majestic. They come from their ancestors who were once domesticated. Legend has it that the Spanish originally brought the horses to the island as the first settlers. How intriguing is it that the ancestors of the original horses still reside on this island today. They walk the same paths and eat the same vegetation and stand under the same majestic oak trees as their bloodlines did hundreds of years ago. The beauty and the peace that follows them every where they go is indescribable. Sometimes I just love to sit on the edge of the Dungeness mansion walls and watch the horses in awe. It’s almost mesmerizing. They are the most beautiful and peaceful creatures. Sometimes I even sit in the fields with them. They will walk pretty close, I stare into their innocent eyes and feel as if there are thousands of years of stories they could tell. Time stands still here on this tiny little Georgia island. All the thoughts in my little world disappear and I feel as though I am free there. God’s blessings shine more radiant than ever when you take time to really see them. All good things are truly wild and free.