Reflections

A tree, a star, a park---

These are small reflections of a beauty nearly forgotten by probably 85% of humanity, especially the ones who live where I do. Their concerns are of shopping, theaters, coffeepots potentially left on; a smorgasbord of daily worries and activities that consume our attention nearly constantly. But somewhere in my mind, beyond all these concerns, beyond the convenience of living near a Wal-Mart, beyond the everyday grind; there is a place in my heart that remains empty here. A place that yearns for something….LESS. And yet so much MORE.

A place filled only by being in the Colorado Rockies.

Or, as I can sometimes arrogantly think of them, MY Rockies. MY Rockies, where the sound of one vehicle is rare enough to warrant a look toward the only road in sight; gravel, of course. Where simple amenities like toilets, running water, and electricity are missed, in their turn; but not enough to keep you away. Where “exercise” doesn’t mean driving to the gym and running in place on a treadmill for an hour—it means hiking to the top of a mountain, where your reward is not only lost inches around your waist, but the sheer grandeur of the panorama around you.

Countless trees, bright myriads of stars, national parks so big it would take days to traverse them on foot---

These are the originals to the reflections in the city.

There’s something humbling about standing on a summit being completely dwarfed by the miles of valley, hills, and forest around you. Something fulfilling about puffing your way to the top of a rock outcropping at over 9,000 feet above sea level that makes touching the sky seem like less of a dream and more of a possibility. There’s something healing about sitting in a glade beside a stream, wondering if anyone has EVER been here before, it’s so untouched. And there’s something incredibly therapeutic about sitting round a campfire with people you love and respect, just talking and laughing together.

Yes, my Rockies are the most beautiful place in the world, but more than that—they heal and fill the hearts of those of us who love them.

This is why I love Colorado.

What about you? What makes you feel completely at ease and utterly content? What makes life’s killing pressures disappear, if only for a time? Comment below!

Does Silence Dogood?

Most everyone is familiar with the false persona that Ben Franklin created--a middle aged widow named Silence Dogood --in order to get his opinions published in his brother's weekly publication. Fortunately, for us, these days there's not much need to create a separate person in order to be heard. I honestly considered adopting a nom de plume for the purpose of avoiding any consternation directed toward what I may say; but the more I thought about it, the less I liked the idea. I'm not ashamed of what I have to say, why hide behind a made-up name? Keeping that in mind,the purpose of this blog is to write about whatever I have something to say about: there will be some politics, some moral issues, some faith, some entertainment, probably music and movie related. I feel it only fair to warn you: I am a Christian, Messianic specifically. I am conservative. I am a Republican. I am white. I am female. If any of those things bother you, dont bother reading. I welcome differing points of view on the comments section;the person who can't defend what they believe has no business believing it....BUT I will not stand for hate speech, personal attacks, or general rudeness. If you have something to say, feel free to say it politely or not at all on my blog. Thank you. I'll try to update at least once a week of, but you should know; I'm the world's worst procrastinator, so it may not always happen. :) "As all human beings are, in my view, creatures of God's design, we must respect all other human beings. That does not mean I have to agree with their choices or agree with their opinions, but indeed I respect them as human beings."--Stockwell Day Couldn't have said it better myself.