I’ll be flying home this afternoon, after a wonderful visit to my childhood homeland. I love Colorado! I love being from here and visiting, and I love going back home to Sacramento, the Sacred City.
This is the land of 4-wheel drives and ice breakers in the garages. It’s the high-altitude air and gorgeous blue skies. It’s where my parents, one from Missouri and one from Western Australia, chose to raise their children. It’s the place of the sweetest memories of picnics in the mountains, the adults playing cards while all the kids scattered to explore trails and splash in the freezing cold creeks. It’s the sound of my dad bellowing for us to return, and oh, how he could yell!
Today, though, I get to return to the place where I’ve landed and made my life, back to my cozy apartment and my Callie Cat, back to my own bed, my friends, my hot tub(!) and my volunteer duties. I’m recharged and ready to go.
I’m so very grateful that I am in a position where I can occasionally travel and where I can do the things which nourish my soul. I’m grateful to have the freedom to listen to my body, and when it says I need to pull back and rest, I can do so. I’m grateful for the hugs of my sons, and for time with my brother. I would choose him for brother all over again!
Today I’ll be home, and it’s a lovely place to be.
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