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How to be present in the great outdoors


Put down your phone.

Step outside.

Look up at the sky. Notice the colors. Notice the clouds, or lack thereof.

Feel the air with your skin.

Is there a breeze? Is it cold, or warm or wet?

Observe the light.

Is it bold and bright? Are you squinting? Or is it soft and gentle like a watercolor painting?

Listen. Listen past the sounds of people or traffic or machinery. Listen for the wind in the trees or the leaves scuttling on the pavement. Hear the sounds of the birds.

Don’t think, “I should get a picture of this and share it on Instagram.”

I mean, it’s ok if you think that, but don’t give into the temptation -or, if you do, just snap a quick picture and post it later. Enjoy the moment yourself, and with whoever you’re with right now.

Just be.

Observe. Sense. Feel. Breathe.

Enjoy.

Home Again


It always feels good to come home. Mom and I bade farewell to Colorado yesterday. We left the resort at 6:30 in the morning and drove to the Denver airport. The sun was in my eyes the whole way and I was irritable but I managed to get us there in one piece. 

We were able to board early enough to get a window seat this time (well, I got the window). What kind of a jerk makes their mother sit in the middle seat? Me.

The Denver Airport from the runway.
  
Rocky Mountain High
  
A midwestern state, don’t ask which one.
  

We took off into a cloudless sky. I was able to take a lot of cool pictures and enjoy the scenery for a long time. The flight passed without incident. Once again, they warned us that there would be turbulence but there was none. When we got to Hartford, Dave was waiting for us. He looked especially handsome. 

Mom and I parted ways, but I will get to see her again by the end of the week since we are camping together. After we got home; Dave, Dad and I went to dinner at our local favorite, Señor Panchos. I regaled them with tales of exploring Colorado and of my friends from the NFED. Both of them were tired from refinishing floors earlier in the day so they probably wished I would just be quiet. 

Today was back to the grind. I was thrilled to learn that my co-worker who had given her two weeks’ notice the week before I went to Colorado had decided she wouldn’t leave after all. I had been trying not to think of it during my vacation but was rather stressed at the idea of having to take on more work or train someone new. So that was a relief. 

It was a bit hard to concentrate at work today, because my head was full of mountains and clouds and thoughts of my friends and all the conversations we had last week. Of course I am glad to be home with my man and my feline children, but a part of me is sad that I won’t see most of those people for another year or more. 

I’m thinking I might have to take at least one road trip to visit those who are within a few hours drive. But for now I will enjoy being home. Perhaps my next project will be to redo my gardens.  

My gardens are out of control.