So lovely is the juxtaposing of this dead and decaying tree and the delicate wildflowers. Death and Life. Life and death.
Hello Weekend
FINALLY, the weekend is here.
It’s been a long work week filled with a lingering fog from the post-backcountry return. Reintegration took much more time to take hold than expected. Thankfully, I finally feel like I’ve pulled my head out of the clouds — in spite of wanting desperately to return once more.
Now that the weekend is here, I find peace in not having to be seated in a chair, or car, for the entire day. My body wants to relax but it also wants to move.
This photo depicts the ease I feel in the weekend pace, regardless of how many events appear on the calendar. My your weekend be filled with ease too.
Paradise
We hit this meadow on day one. I think my mouth fell open in awe of the beauty that is just waiting for you to finally arrive.
My first thought was this: They call it Paradise Valley for a reason.
Reintegrating…cautiously
Coming out of the woods, and reintegrating back into civilization, has been a bit of a challenge. I feel like a deer in the woods, timid as I assess the safety of each interaction. A few cars whoosh past us, cut us off, then slow way down as we drive home. It feels so surreal, like it isn’t really happening.
I’m tired and my head is fogged. Illness is trying to take hold of me, and I’m trying to hold it back. Similarly, I feel the tug of email, text messages, and the social networks. I will refrain from making an appearance for a bit. I’m not ready for that. The break from it all has been nice.
Even when YaYa calls to ask if he can go with a friend to a baseball game in the coming week, I refrain from making any decisions. This can wait until my return, just as everything else.
Day is done
Day is done, gone the sun
From the lakes, from the hills, from the sky
All is well, safely rest
God is nigh.
Fading light dims the sight
And a star gems the sky, gleaming bright
From afar, drawing near
Falls the night.
Thanks and praise for our days
Neath the sun, neath the stars, neath the sky
As we go, this we know
God is nigh.