It's not easy piling your life into a car (along with three needy little ones) and the hope that eight days and seven nights will make for a relaxing vacation.
But after eleven hours of straight driving, we rounded the bend, headed into the mountains, and immediately, I knew that this is what my soul needed.
I've been having a hard time lately. I can't quite find the words to write. I can't find the time to focus on what's next. And, over all, I've been feeling lackadaisical.
So to say that my heart had been pining for the remoteness and beauty of Colorado would be an understatement.
I was hopeful for so much. First and foremost, I was over-the-moon excited to spend time with family that we hadn't seen in years. I was eager to run on trails and explore areas I'd never seen before. I wanted to detach from rituals, routines, the same old, same old and become reacquainted with my spirit and with the dynamic of my family. High expectations, I know.
But there's something about being this high up...so close to the blue sky, the majestic mountains, the green earth, the rolling streams, the enormous boulders, the logs, the wild life, and the serene....that makes you feel as though you're in another world, somewhere far away from the noise, the chaos, the parts that don't matter.
One night on our trip, my four-year old daughter, Kate looked at me and said, "Mama, I'm happy." And I thought, I am too. I am too. Thank you, Colorado for the restoration and joy of my heart.
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