Once Upon A Dream

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Today’s post is a bit different which is fine since this is my blog. I had yet to write the post about our big finale in the Colorado mountains…the big hike!  In the time since, I had been assigned an English paper and decided to write about it in that format.  Today, I got that paper back with a big old 95 grade!  YAY!  So now it is time to share that experience with you.  No need for further explanations…the writing should be sufficient.

Once Upon A Dream

As I begin to awake, I know immediately I am not in my bed on this morning.  It is cold and in fact, sometime during the night, two blankets were laid across me.  In the haze of sleep I scoot closer to my husband lying next to me, seeking his warm body to cuddle.  His warmth feels safe as he wraps his arms around me tightly.

“Good morning, my sweet,” he whispers in my ear.

“Good morning, Rick, and guess what?” I exclaimed.  “This is the day!

“Yes, my sweet; this is indeed the day.”

We had slept with the window open, as is our custom when we have vacationed in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado.  Our cabin, The Pea-Eye, is familiar, as we have stayed in it four different seasons now.  August has turned out to be a lovely time to visit, for the nights are cool, but the days warm to near perfect temperatures.

“You go get a shower while I fix breakfast.  Hurry up!  We have a mountain to climb!” Rick exclaimed.

As the hot water beat down on my back, I allowed my mind to drift and remember those days of past, the loneliness, the depression, the fear to hope, the fear not to hope.   Illness had zapped much of our energies the past 16 years, but those energies were being regained.  The strength of character, the hopes of dreams, the determination of the spirit, those are the things illness can give to you.  But, we had to fight hard for them, many times losing before we could gain.  That there was a time so near in the past that pain was my daily enemy and to walk from one end of the room to the other was my daily goal is surreal.  That I was once so weak and vulnerable drives my ambitions today, that and the dare to dream.

Cinderella has always been my favorite fairy–tale of them all!  What little girl wasn’t captivated by all the romance and beauty?  I can still sing most of the songs today by memory, but there is one in  particular that I have kept in my heart for these past 16 years now and it goes like this:

A dream is a wish your heart makes when you’re fast asleep.

In dreams you lose your heartaches whatever you wish for, you keep.

Have faith in your dreams and someday your rainbow will come smiling through.

No matter how your heart is grieving if you keep on believing

the dream that you wish will come true.

Apparently my shower singing isn’t as appreciated as I would like to think, as I hear Rick yell from the kitchen, “Cinderella, I’m ready to start your eggs!”

“Give me 5 minutes,” I reply.

I’ll be the first one to say that, actually, the dream you wish doesn’t always come true.  However…“Have faith in your dreams and someday your rainbow will come smiling through, no matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing…” It is these words that I have held on to for these many years.

A single mom with three children finds the love of her life who then marries her and her three children. They are madly in love and plan a life together.  That was my fairy-tale come true.  And then, life happened.  I became very ill.  Two back surgeries, neck surgery, even my elbows; throw in severe depression and pain and in a wheelchair for much of the time for two years; walking canes, braces, and financial ruin don’t make for a good fairy tale. It was a very long 16 years.

Before illness occurred, I loved my career of nursing!  My dream had always been to further my education from a licensed vocational nurse to a registered nurse and possibly beyond.  It was devastating to me that all those dreams could vanish.

Rick was and continues to be my greatest supporter.  He never gave up on me.  When I gave up on hope, he gave more, so much so that in the times when he became weak, I was able to be strong for him. But even more than our love, strength, and hope for and in each other was our faith in God.  He was and will always be our main source of strength.

As the years passed and slow healing times began and vacations were again possible, it was always to Colorado we went.  Rick loves nature and especially so in the mountains.  As he would ready himself for his hike, he would always tell me that one day I would go with him.  I would smile, afraid to believe it, but always hoping. “Have faith in your dreams and someday your rainbow will come smiling through, no matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing…”

“Eggs are ready; let’s eat!”  Rick yelled.

As we sat together for breakfast on the porch of the cabin, enjoying the view of the mountain ranges, we were silent, both lost in our own thoughts.  Even though I was sitting there with that mountain so obvious before me, I was having a hard time believing that I was actually going to climb it!

It had been such a long and difficult road we had traveled.  Illness is just hard on a family.  We had been waiting a long time to turn a page in our lives.  Seems we had been taking one step forward and three backwards for an eternity now.  But, the day had finally come.  I had been working very hard; once I was able I got myself back in shape with various therapies, exercise routines, and special diets.  Today is the day my dreams begin to come true, I thought, as a hummingbird buzzed around the feeder that hung from the covered porch.

“Tell me what you are so deep in thought about,” Rick said.

“I just have a lot of emotions running rampant right now, excitement, disbelief, uncertainty, fear.  I can’t go back to where I just came from; I can’t get sick again; I won’t.  Can I go forth to conquer the mountain; am I strong enough?  I want this, but the uncertainty is frightening to me.”

He simply reached out to me with his hand, held me close, and said, “You’ve climbed many mountains now, Tracie, ones much harder than you face today.  This mountain is in celebration.  You’ve got this!  Let’s get our packs ready.  We’ve got a dream to go live.”

The plan was to drive to the top of Wolf Creek Pass where the Continental Divide is and meet up with Keith, an old friend who now lived in the area.   Keith was familiar with the trail we would be hiking and would act as our guide. As we met up and exchanged hugs and “well-to-do’s,” Keith explained the trail to us.

“We’ll be starting off around 12,000 feet and decline to roughly 11,000 feet, maybe a little less.  Some of the trail will be level, but most of the time we will either be climbing or descending.  We will go as far as you feel you can go, but, remember, you have to save energy for the return trip.”

Dressed in our hiking attire, complete with boots and walking sticks, hats, sunglasses, and loaded backpacks, we set off first through a grove of trees standing tall as to obscure the vastness beyond them.  As we came out from under them, we looked up to see the first of many types of scenery that would literally take our breath away.   The mountains sprawl across the valley floors, so majestic with their peaks folding one into another.  The clouds provided shadows that moved over the mountains, displaying a variety of colors, deep and rich.  I had never seen so many wildflowers in one place, grown large and vibrant in their yellow, red, orange, and purple colors.  It was as if someone had been caring for them; they were so perfect, yet untouched by human hand.  The scene demanded attention as we all stood there just amazed at its perfection, breathing in the freshness of the pine scented air.  My senses came alive as the deafening silence was interrupted by the bugling of the elk that stood grandly in the distance.  I could see the trail stretching far, winding up and down the mountain side and then it would disappear, yet continue on unseen. “I’ve traveled many an unseen trail such as this,” I thought.

With the toast of the sun on our skin and the freshness of the mountain breezes, we hiked for several miles on the winding, changing trail.  The scenery changed often, always stunning in its beauty.  It was at one such point that my fear began to rise within me.  The trail had changed and was about to get very steep.  I have a great fear of heights, and this part of the trail was slippery with rock debris.  Rick and Keith were deep in conversation, catching up on old times.  I was trailing behind them, so if I were to slip, I wouldn’t have Rick’s hand.  I didn’t want to bring attention to my fear, so I tackled it alone.  I was wishing I had a blinder, like they put on horses, so I couldn’t see the steep slope just inches from my boot.  It was obvious we were hiking across a rock slide.  Even though I had been training for this very day, my legs were still not as strong as I would like.  I felt a little nauseous and dizzy as I looked across the trail I had to travel to get to the safety of solid ground.

I think we imagine a lot of our fears, making them worse probably.  The steep rock-slide area was really very short.  Rick and Keith walked over it like it was nothing in a matter of just a few seconds, as they continued to share old memories. I stopped, assessed the danger before me and panicked, causing my fear to grow and imagined it to be more than it really was.  But to me, it was real.

I moved my walking stick to the left hand, as the slope was on the left side.  I carefully planted each step, feeling my way for anything that wasn’t solid and for that which was.  My heart pounded in my chest as I attempted to keep the fear at bay.  My steps were very calculated, all the while being very aware that Rick and Keith were increasing the gap between us.  My mind fought with itself, “what if’s” coming from every direction, trying to force out the fear of falling.  I remained focused with one step in front of the other, sure and solid. But, as with life, a misstep happens and that all consuming feeling of fear and danger encapsulates the entire body and mind as I slip onto my butt.  This disturbance causes Rick and Keith to stop, turn around and ask, “Are you okay?”

As I mutter to myself, “No damnit, you’ve left me by myself, and I’m scared to death and why aren’t you paying attention to my fear?” I found myself saying, “I’m okay!”

I did reach the other side of the sloped, death defying rock slide, but very aware that I would have to face it again on the way back.  I would meet that obstacle later; I had many more challenges ahead.

Coming from a time in my life of complete helplessness, weakness, vulnerability and failure to the various challenges the mountain hike gave, boosted my confidence and character strength that I was needing to continue forward with dreams yet unfulfilled.  I would soon be starting college at the age of 49 and was uneasy of the challenges ahead.  But, at this moment, with each step made, I conquered more of my fear and doubt.

We were looking for a flat area where we could sit and rest our weary bodies and enjoy our lunch.  We had hiked far into the mountain so as to have only steep sides and cliffs surrounding us.  We continued walking, knowing at some point we would find the perfect place to stop and ingest the sights and the food.  The views were so incredible that with each corner turned, a more majestic sight enveloped us, making it hard to quit exploring.  We each found ourselves repeating the words, “Just a little further.”  “Let’s see what’s on the other side.”

As we rounded what would become the last corner, I saw it.  Just above our trail was a flattened area that cascaded high above and over a cliff.  It was perfect, but the climb up was very abrupt, and the trail below was very narrow with another of those slippery, falls to my death, rock slides.  Something inside me wanted to make that climb.  I needed to conquer it.

“This is it,” I said.  “Let’s climb up there and have lunch; the view is perfect.”

The guys looked at me like I was crazy, and I felt inside that the high altitude must have gotten to my better senses because this was a very steep climb.  What was I thinking?  Keith went up first.  He wanted to scout out the area making sure it was attainable.  I would go next, with Rick behind me, as if he could actually catch me.  I think he figured that if we fell, we would die together; que sera sera!

I just want to say right now that there is no shame in hugging the side of a mountain in order to save your life!  I used every little tree, grass blade, and stone I could find to make it to the top of that cliff.  I literally hugged the ground with my body in the steepness of the climb thinking all the while, “don’t look down!”  I was scared to death that at any moment I would lose my grip and plummet to the mountain valleys below.  But, when I did finally reach the top, ungraceful as I was in doing so, I was able to look my mate in the eyes with a smile that only he could comprehend.  He gave me a high knuckle five, as is our custom.  Elation was the feeling of the moment as we celebrated with a feast for kings and queens.   Fresh strawberries, grapes, apples, hard boiled eggs, and tuna was our banquet.  I’ve never had a more exquisite meal!

At that victorious moment, Keith felt it best to point out that we were actually dining on a perch that was the perfect place for a mountain Lion to hunt his prey.  Men, they are so funny and have an uncanny way of eliciting the fear of a woman!  But at this moment, I had overcome fears and I wasn’t about to entertain any more!  First I had to worry over how to get off the mountain Lion perch.  Of course, that is what butts are for!

On the trek back, I had a feeling of victory within me!  I had my fears in control, and I felt the need to express my elation in song.  In experiencing the full magnitude of God’s glorious creation, there was but one song appropriate, “How Great Thou Art”.

 

O Lord my God, when I in awesome wonder

Consider all the works Thy Hand hath made,

I see the stars, I hear the mighty thunder,

Thy pow’r throughout the universe displayed;

…When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur

And hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze;

Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee,

How great Thou art! How great Thou art!

We had seen the awesome wonder, heard the majestic thunder that echoed through the mountains; we felt the wet coolness of the mountain brook and discovered a greatness that was far beyond ourselves.  The mountains, they fill me with a magic that none can touch, I love them so.  They elicit my fear, but help me to conquer them.  They fulfill my dreams in ways I cannot fully explain.

Are you wondering how I made it back across the steep rocky slide or do you already know?  Yes, my fears engaged, but this time I was able to abate them.  This time, I asked for help and with Keith in front of me, and Rick behind me, I took control of my fear and walked slowly across the slippery slope.

My next adventure is now upon me as I begin that long awaited for dream of becoming a registered nurse.  I look forward to the challenge with confidence and hope!

…”Have faith in your dreams and someday your rainbow will come smiling through, no matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing…”

Weminuche Wilderness Rio Grande National Forest

 

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Gum Popping the Fears Away!

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There is certainly some beautiful ground to cover through New Mexico up to Colorado, but as is par for New Mexico, construction slowed us down.  I don’t know of a slower state when it comes to road construction.  It was 9 p.m. before we pulled into Lonesome Dove’s Cabins and unpacked a few items into the ‘Pea-Eye’.

This was our third time to stay in the exact cabin so we knew the routine.  As we settled into the familiar bed, we opened the windows so as to feel the crispness of the mountain air.  The next morning we found ourselves snuggled under 2 blankets!  It had gotten cold as the temps had dipped into the upper 40′s.

After a good breakfast, we prepared our backpacks for the first hike in the Colorado mountain range.  This was to be a much steeper climb and was the “training ground” for the much anticipated Continental Divide later in the week.  This was also the very same mountain that Rick had always told me I would be able to hike with him one day.  That day had finally arrived!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

How to express that feeling? As I stood before the glorious magnitude of that mountain, one lingering thought kept pushing me as my fear tugged on the other sleeve.  “You aint’ getting any younger, it’s now or never baby…let’s do this!”

Fear has kept me from MUCH in my life.  It has only been in the past 2 years that I have been ready to face fear straight on…that mountain stood for a lot of fear!  It was important that I face it and most importantly, that I conquer it.

This particular mountain starts out very steep.  It took a lot of patience and determined steps to reach the more desirable path.  (Not to mention the pride-less act of actually hugging the side of the mountain out of sheer terror…but that’s another story)  Seriously though, I distinctly remember saying over and over to myself…”I can do this…I can do this.” And I did do it!  Over and over again I did it each time feeling a little more sure than the last…but always with fear.  It’s just plain scary folks!  I guess that is the thrill of it…like those who ride roller coasters or go free falling from high places with only a cord to keep you from smashing yourself to pieces.  Fear is certainly a strong force; it either drives you or it shuts you down.

On this day I chose for the fear to drive me upward.  Instead of looking at the whole mountain before me, I searched for rocks that had been melded into the side of the mountain, for trees large enough to grab a hold of, for those sources that I knew were steady to guide me safely up to the next area where I could plant my foot sure.  One solid sure step at a time that encouraged my faith and spurred more hope.  And always there would be my faithful husband, never too far ahead, reaching out his strong hand to pull me up when I needed him.

Once past the steepest climb, we were able to enjoy a more leisurely steady incline, but not without fear, at least on my part.  There is something about Bears that makes me afraid.  I don’t know…maybe it’s their size, wildness, or the color of their fur…I’m not real sure, but the fear is real.  As much as I tried to relax, I just couldn’t get past the thought of coming upon a Bear.

It did happen once…many years ago…I was around 11-12 years old.  In Creede, Colorado on vacation with my family.  We were staying at one of the ranches.  My brother and 2 sisters and myself were playing out in the open areas when all the hollering began.  He was out by the horses, scarring them to death.  I’ve never seen an animal so big…he was huge and he didn’t act very happy.  I can feel that fear now…it runs through your whole body.  I remember 2 scenes from that day…the first being when I saw the bear and looking over to my 2 sisters who were swinging and I began to run toward them to help them.  They were crying.  My dad was running to get us and yelled at me and my brother to run to the cabin while he grabbed my sisters.  I remember the turmoil inside me that I didn’t want my family hurt and so I should help them, but I didn’t want to be hurt either.  That my dad yelled at me to run to the cabin, gave me somewhat of a sense of relief…he would take care of my sisters and I needed to trust and run like hell!   And then I remember all of us inside the cabin.  My heart was beating so fast and hard.  And that big ole mean ugly bear circled our cabin!  Obviously we all made it out okay, but I do believe that old bear made a lasting impression on me that day.

So on that mountain with Rick these many years later I had my pockets stuffed with gum.  That’s right…my weapon of choice was gum.  I had asked Rick many times about some sort of weapon in case we came upon a bear.  He assured me all would be fine, i reluctantly trusted him while I stuffed my pockets with gum.  They…I’m not sure who “they” is, but they say that a bear attacks when you scare them, that you don’t ever want to sneak up on a bear.  Gum makes popping noise when you know how to do it right.  I made sure that I was always popping gum so as not to sneak up on a bear.  That was how I dealt with my fear…gum popping.

In the years before, when I wasn’t able to climb with Rick, I would stand by the cabin and look up to see him standing by the cross that was placed in honor of the firemen who perished in the September 11 attacks on our nation.  On this day, I would be the one standing next to the cross.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We would make several climbs on this very mountain in the days to come.  One of our favorite spots to hike was the waterfall area.  It was several miles but had a perfect spot to eat lunch and to cool the feet!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When I stand back and look at the big picture, I’d have to say this vacation was a lot about facing fears, the preparation before, the determination, patience called for and faith to overcome.

There were times in my life when I would see the mountains that life had placed before me and felt the dread, the impending doom, the fear to fail, the desperation that comes when life happens.  But today I can tell you that I have quit looking at the big mountain before me and have begun to look for the sure steps to conquer it.

In Mark 11:22-24, Jesus said, “Have faith in God.  I tell you the truth, if anyone says to this mountain, ‘Go, throw yourself into the sea,’ and does not doubt in his heart but believes that what he says will happen, it will be done for him.  Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours.”

I believe this verse says that God will help you conquer the mountains.  He has certainly helped me conquer many!  Faith that moves mountains.  Faith in yourself that you can move a mountain will not gain entry into the sea.  But faith that God will move the mountain for you will move it beyond the depths of the sea.  But i think you have to be willing to climb it first.

Faith my friends!  Find the security of faith…where or with whom does it lie?  And then go tackle those mountains…God is waiting!

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Our Trip So Far

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We are having a nice relaxing time.  Have been doing a lot of reading, exploring, a little writing and a little shopping.

When we left from Archer City  Thursday morning, the plan was to get up at 4 and leave by 5.  At 2a.m. Rick wakes me up to ask if I was awake.  He couldn’t sleep and wanted to get going.  So we did!  Well, it was closer to 4 by the time we left.

We made it all the way to Red River.  Stayed in a nice cabin with the river flowing in front.  The only bad thing about that cabin was that it was a loft meaning the bed was upstairs.  Well the stairs were very narrow and steep and  neither one of us has knees worth a  hoot.

In the off season, seems a lot of shops close up.  So there wasn’t a lot of activity, but then, Rick and I like that.  We come to the mountains to do nothing.

We drove into Taos on Friday, which was a really neat place.  We had a nice mexican food lunch and shopped a bit.  Rick found a great hat, one he had been looking for awhile.  I found some pretty earrings for me and Kristin and cheap little bracelets for all our grandgirls.  I should say that anytime Rick and I have been anywhere, we buy a pot. So we have one from all our many travels.  LOL  Well this time, I decided maybe I should not buy a pot because right now all of them are put away in a closet to make room for our family.  I was a little sad, but Rick’s hat was rather pricey, as well as my earrings.

Saturday we drove up to Southfork, Colorado.  We are staying at Goodnights Lonesome Dove Inn.  Our cabin is the pea-eye. (I linked it in case you have nothing to do but check out our digs)  No they didn’t give us a discount for being from Archer City.   LOL  A very nice modern cabin with a mountain right behind us that Rick can climb.  There just happen to be 2 crosses at the very top of that mountain that I can see from my kitchen window.  One was put up there in honor of the fallen firemen of 9/11.  The other is in memory of a family member that owns the land, I think.

Speaking of climbing the mountain.  On Sunday afternoon, Rick did just that.  He took along with him the camps dog, Rocky…named after the fighter, not the Rockie Mountains.  He is part hound and I swear is the best dog in the world!  We love this dog!  Rocky now will sit outside our cabin and howl for Rick to come pet him.  Have you ever heard a hound dog howl?  LOL

Back to Sunday afternoon.  Rick had only intended to climb up to the crosses and not be gone long. So he and Rocky take off without any supplies.  He was, afterall, only going to be gone a little bit.  I take my book and my computer to a picnic table to sit in the warm sun and write and read.  Heaven!  I should mention that in our cabin, we don’t get cell phone reception.  We have to go outside.

Anyway, after about an hour, I thought I better call Rick to check on him and then head back to the cabin to nap.  I did, he was fine.  Rocky was showing him some sights.  I go lay down and fall asleep.  An hour and a half later I wake up and realize Rick is not back.  I’m only mildly panicked because I know Rick when he gets in the mountains.  He is like a woman gone shopping and tells her husband she’ll be back in an hour and then sees her 4 hours later.

I’m thinking in the back of my mind that he could’ve been calling and I would’nt of known it so I go outside to call him.  He does answer on the second or third try.  No he isn’t lost.  He does have Rocky after all and Rocky knows his way home.  The only problem is that neither one of them knows which one is leading.  He doesn’t exactly know where he is, nor does he know how to get back, but he isn’t lost.  I now begin to panic just a little more thinking that I’m going to have to find someone to go save him.  Rick says don’t worry, he’ll find his way back eventually.  He has no water, no compass and he tells me not to worry.

I go for a little walk, piddle around in the cabin awhile, trying to calm my nerves.  Finally, after 3-31/2 hours here comes Rocky with his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth and Rick not far behind him.  There is never a dull moment!

Yesterday we went into Creede.  I grew up summers in Creede.  It is like a second home and this is the first time in 14 years since I’ve been back.  It hasn’t changed.  It’s a little ole mining town with great little shops down the main street.  And I remember always going into the place that was half bar and half ice cream store.  My dad would take us in there and get him a beer and we would get an ice cream cone.  Well shoot if that place wasn’t closed for the season!   I was disappointed.  But you know what I did do?  I found a pot that I just couldn’t resist.  It’ll go in the closet with the others, but one day, I’ll display it!  On the way back to our cabin, we stopped at a park/camping area and walked around the edge of the river.  So gorgeous!

I really should back up a minute and tell you of how we got to Creede.  Also you should know that we received an early Christmas present from Rick’s parents just for the purpose of our vacation.  A GPS system that rick and I have named Sheila.  Everyone should have a GPS system!  Sheila has proven herself to be very reliable.

Well when we start out yesterday morning to go to Creede, Rick says, “why don’t you plug in Sheila”.  I say, “Oh we don’t need Sheila to get to Creede. Turn right.”  See, I’m in charge of navigation, he is in charge of driving.  He turns right.  We drive along a ways and begin to climb really high and I’m thinking, hmm…this reminds me of Wolf creek Pass.  The further we go, the more I am reminded of Wolf Creek Pass, with the big clue being that we pass Wolf Creek ski area.  We are nearly in Pagosa Springs before we realize we are headed in the wrong direction.

Really it wasn’t a big deal.  We wanted to go over Wolf Creek Pass anyway, just not at that time.  To prove we were headed in the wrong direction, we plug in sheila who immediately tells us to make a u-turn.  So, we get to go back over Wolf Creek Pass.  It is a beautiful drive, very high up.  You don’t use your brakes too much, but drive in second gear.  Signs are all over warning trucks of this and that and there are even ‘runaway truck’ areas.

Rick does not forget to remind me who the navigator is.  I tell him that yes, I messed up.  However, as in all things, there is the one person that everything ultimately  falls down upon which in this case would be the driver.

Today, Rick has ventured back up the mountain and is there as I type.  This time he packed his backpack with supplies and bought a compass.  He promises me he will not get lost nor will he meet up with a bear.  I’m not sure I believe him.

I should go take a walk outside in this gorgeous weather.  Oh, the nights have been in the upper 20′s with the days in the upper 60′s.  Perfect!

To be continued…
Tracie

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Taking Time Out

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I am sitting out on a picnic bench surrounded by the Colorado Rockies.   The silence is surreal.  In the quietness, I can hear creation in all it’s glory.  The Rio Grande flows to my left, to the right a strange chirping.  As I look up to the mountain, I see a cross, standing powerfully alone.   This is a beautiful place.

We are on vacation.  We have been to Red River, New Mexico for a couple of days, and now are in Southfork, Colorado, at Goodnight’s Lonesome Dove RV and Cabin Park.  Our cabin is the “Pea Eye”.  At this moment Rick is hiking up the mountain with the camps dog, Rockie.  A great dog!

It feels wonderful to get away from the business of life.  The slow pace a vacation can allow is much needed and we are really good at enjoying it.  It’s October, so we have warm days and cold nights.  My kind of weather!  Neither one of us cares too much about activity.  We are simple that way.  We enjoy the beauty of creation in all its forms.  We did go into Taos, New Mexico a couple of days ago.  We enjoyed it, but after a dozen or so stores, they begin to all look the same.  Rick did find a hat.  I found some earrings and little bracelets for our girls.

Back at home, once again our lives have taken a big turn as Kristin and Kylie and Karlie moved in with us a few weeks ago.  The arrangement has been working out fine.  We are enjoying each one of them immensely.  Yes, we love the privacy afforded us when it was just the two of us.  But it seems God just keeps putting this little family on our doorstep.  We figure there is a reason, and we know they are being raised in a home full of love and affection.  So we will continue as we have been called to do; to minister to the hurting in whatever ways God chooses.

“Do you love me?, asks Jesus of Peter.  “Then feed my sheep.”  God gives many opportunities to us so that we may feed his sheep.  If we are too involved in the business of life, we may well miss those times.  I’m guilty of allowing myself to get too involved in work.  I am trying to be more aware of this and instead to take time out, to look around and to listen.  Vacation has reminded me of that.  Something else I am reminded of…I don’t have to come to the mountains to experience God’s great creation.  Some of His greatest creations can be found right in my home and I can’t wait to give them big hugs and kisses.

God Bless,
Tracie

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