Reflections

I have to admit that I've been in a bit of a funk.  Not depressed really, but maybe a bit overwhelmed with the magnitude of all that needs to be done. I go outside to bring in some wood and find myself pausing for long periods, smelling the air, watching the trees, looking at the sky between our pine/oak canopy and knowing that soon, I won't be able to do that anymore.  I know in my heart that I'll really miss it.  I've been in the Sierra's for 20 years this July…two decades.

 

I remember the two of us taking a drive up the Foresthill Road and about half way (I still remember the exact point) I knew this was it.  I turned to Norm and said "This is where I want to live".  It was just far enough away from the drama of Sacramento, but close enough to put up with a commute. When you find "home" you just know.  This small community welcomed us and took us in.  I love that they close down Main Street for the 4^th of July parade.  I love that they throw fundraisers for local people in need.  I love that the community embraces and supports the schools and the little league teams. I love that complete strangers will wave to me from their front porch as I go walking by, but then they're not really strangers, are they?

 

But then I wake up, like today, and the sun is shining. I'm healthy, I have a job and a future, and I know everything will be ok. I'll make the occasional trek back to my mountain town and visit friends. I'll bring my Niece to visit her Uncle and we'll take time to play in the park. I guess the trick is to be "in" and enjoy the moment.

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