"Rocky" is irony out here.

Yesterday I was speaking to one of my new managers and friend and she mentioned how every now and then she looks to the horizon and sees the mountain line and stops to think, “Wow. How am I so lucky?” She was raised here, went to school in California, and returned to her beloved Rockies. When she told me this, I couldn’t help but fill with warmth. As I write this, I’m looking out my back window at a perfect complimentary color schemed sky and my very own mountainscape.

I still don’t know what called me here. All I know is when I look at that horizon, right now is all I need. This is what yoga is teaching me and this is what I will strive for the remainder of my time here. Life isn’t perfect, and it may never be. But the beauty certainly outweighs the tortures. How can we find our mountainscapes everywhere, everyday? Some of my friends wake up to someone they love and find it. Some see downtown St. Paul lit up and romantic in winter and find it. Some let the tide hit their toes and find it. I don’t need these mountains to answer my questions. I need them to let the questions go.

 

Thanks for the inspiration Brooke and Matt.