Friday, October 22, 2010


Mountains are quite metaphoric. We move them. We climb them. We have experiences on top of them.
We come down from them.

Lately, I've been called by them. They beckon me to come and just be. 
San Isabel

When I was a kid we frequently went to the mountains. We weren't campers, but we went on day trips to fish or to climb or picnic or just take in the scenery.

Cottonwood Lake
I don't know that I always loved it back then. There weren't any McDonalds. Usually there weren't even bathrooms. The trips seemed long and I'm sure my sister and I fought a lot for lack of entertainment.

But those are some of my favorite memories.

Back of Pikes Peak
And now that I've moved to a different part of the state, I'm not familiar with the local mountains. I don't know where to go. I don't know where the fishing holes are.
And, my family doesn't like to be in nature.
And we only have one car.
San Juan Mountains
The mountains call me and I look at them in the distance and yearn.
I see beautiful photos of mountain scenes and weep with longing.

The mountains feed my soul. They nourish me in ways nothing else does.

Estes Park
Several months ago my critique partners and I decided that we would go to Estes Park (Estes Park = mountains) in October. At the time that seemed far to long to wait. But here I am. The weekend is upon me.
This afternoon we are heading up to spend a couple of nights nestled under the Rockies. 
I feel a big sigh coming on. 


  1. Me too. I'd love to go for a walk in the forest and kick around in the leaves - just me and The Father.

  2. I just posted a John Muir quote on my blog that it sounds like you can relate to.

    “Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves.”

    Enjoy the Rockies. Estes is one of our absolute favorite places in the world. There's even a fantastic Tibetan/Indian restaurant now, Nepal's Cafe.

  3. Jan, maybe when you're feeling better we can go. Denise wants to go, too, as long as there are facilities.

    Thanks Lauri. That's a perfect quote. And I'll see if we can check out that restaurant!

  4. As fog blankets my home today, my normal view of the mountains is obscured and I come upon your beautiful post and pictures. I too, weep for longing to be in the mountains and I am in them at least once a week. It is where I am most alive, at peace and beloved.

    On this Sunday morning in the mist, I am praying for you to experience a transcendent time, embraced and lifted on the shoulders of God's majestic gift.

  5. I guess you get that mountain thing from me. I also get homesick when I see someone working with horses. Your blog person tells me my URL contains illegal characters. So will try anonymous. Mom


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