Thursday, March 24, 2011
A Change of Place
We spent spring break with our extended family in Steamboat Springs Colorado (those are two of my children at the bottom of the bunny hill, unable to successfully navigate the poma lift). Our housing had an incredible view of the mountains, and it struck me how peaceful it is to be in a different place than home.
Don't get me wrong. I love my house, and I live in a peaceful place. People don't always lock their doors here. That kind of peaceful. My house is in a wooded setting, with a flock of wild turkeys in the backyard, and more deer than you can easily count, with bald eagles regularly sighted overhead. But there is something very relaxing about being in another peaceful place for a period of time. I had a lot of trouble with the altitude, and didn't do much in the way of activity as a result. No matter. That wasn't the thing I needed. It just felt very good to be away, to be with people I enjoy spending time with, and to share the experience.