Category: gratitude

I consider myself a lover of camping… 

And yet, when it comes to the unpacking and setting up of camping- I’m pretty much in the anti-camp crowd. We have an unspoken rule, Chw and I, that he is the camp cook. He does the firewood. He does the fire. It’s pretty much a Chw work fest, that I’m miserably along for the ride on. 

Until… 

Until that first morning, when the sun just barely peaks over the mountain ridge, shards of light shooting between the evergreens. Water’s sound, from somewhere, intensifies and the birds come along. In that blip of a moment the world just comes alive and my heart finds it’s wings. 

For the rest of our wilderness days, I’m free as a bird. 

I’m breathing fresh air, heart light as a feather. 

The world is suddenly branded with a sweetness, untouched by society and technology. 

I opened my door this morning, to check the temp and I heard it. There, right outside my suburban home I heard (and felt) that mountain airy peace. The birds were singing and the warm air had that early camp morning crispness…

It was as close to heaven as my heart has felt in months. Months of dreary greyness scattered with a few blips of blue sky. The whole world was in a party of sorts. I felt high on the moment, on the morning, high on the song…

I chicken scratched through the first few things on my day’s to-do list and wrote “buy stuff for smores.”

It’s a good day!