dearest day of the week.. how i miss being home with family waking up to elvis.. watching the sun light up downstairs hallway.. starting the coffee and lovely pancakes.. mmm.. it is like heaven those sweet sunday mornings, definitely one of the things i most miss..
and it was beautiful here as I think it can only be.. as if each day the trees turn a brighter gold and the sky grows bigger with the wind that blew in the fall's cold early this morning. fading night gave light to the morning stars as the moon disappears a little more each time i wake up to the dawn outside my three huge windows that make up the back wall of my new room. and even though the wind was cold and the sky still dark, the morning felt alive and its energy lingered through my veins throughout the breakfast rush, day dreaming of being outside, but thankful to have the wonderful job i do. the orders came quickly and the time passed easily.. breakfast getting easier to learn and more interesting health conversations with Lance, it amazes me his knowledge of nutrition and wellness - how wonderful also to have someone training you and praising you.. i feel spoiled and i am so appreciative of it. <3>
the sunlight brought the magic to the windows only moments before the clouds rolled it.. it is supposed to rain the next couple of days, but no snow yet. awesome tow watch them roll around the mountain peaks and settle gray and low in the canyon. lunch kept us busy right up until three when it was time to switch shifts. feeling much better today than yesterday I treated myself to a long adventure into the beautiful autumn air as soon as i was off. still in my apron i followed the tracks to a tiny neighborhood off behind the road and the river.. the most darling cabins tucked away into the aspens and pole pine, with only dirt pathways and rock trails to their entrance. Perfect little homes right in the heart of the mountain.. so beautiful and so welcoming in the afternoon sun that had now started sinking below the clouds and giving off such dramatic shadows. back to my porch to feel its warmth on my skin before taking a wonderful shower and singing to the top of my lungs, every song that came into my mind... "it's a cold and broken hallelujah...."
and so it is Trent and i, alone in the school house both singing to our hearts capacity, making dinner and watching the storm roll in... what a perfect day, happy and so content.. so thankful and so in love with every second of life here. my soul.. my red wing.. my hawk that is still watching over me and taking with it this such deep passion for this amazing connection to the beautiful world around me..
if only you could see what i see..
a beautiful night.. and love for tomorrow,
goodnight.
Hi My Little Chickadee,
ReplyDeleteIt is so wonderful to be sharing these happy times with you. Thank you for doing this. It's great to see what you're seeing, know what you're feeling and thinking, and to know that you are just extremely happy and in the right place, living your dream as only you can see it. You certainly have a gift for recognizing and expressing your feelings. Keep working to polish your gifts of observation and expression, only don't ever let it interfere with the stream of consciousness recording you're doing. That's too precious. These "journal" pages will be a huge blessing to you in coming years. What memories you will savor.Thank you for letting us share those future memories with you now.What fun! Love you bunches, as always