The Mountains are Calling!

Hard to believe I have gone from the quiet woods in FL to living near the border in NM with a fun bunch of elders. Likewise, difficult to imagine being too busy to blog! This fluctuation seems to be my future – moving between quiet, reflective settings and a community of like-minded social folks who stay busy. Last Friday, an evening of music at a local winery. Sunday, leading Easter service, then Easter Dinner. Yesterday and today: fun in Mexico. By the weekend, I am off to Montana and a primitive campsite among elk, moose, bison and grizzlies.  I like the balance. Tango gets left behind more than he likes; however, we will be together nonstop once we head north.

The California super bloom gets all the media attention, yet we have our share of wildflowers. A yellow daisy-type plant bloomed for nearly a month. This morning on our walk, I saw three or four more- white, yellow, purple. Morning temps are fabulous (high 40s, low 50s); however, the time for comfortable living in the desert is nearing the end. Temps climb to the 90s today, and rattlers/scorpions are coming out for the warm sun. Montana is snowy and cold — again, I like the balance and am blessed to move about with the sun, which is now tracking north.

The last year I lost my opaque veneer, becoming more transparent. I didn’t set out with this goal. Rather, travel, time alone in nature, time with other retirees, and a return to the Southwest have allowed me to regress quite a bit! Letting go, unwinding and retrogressing to our basic selves seems to be the outgrowth of retiring, intended or not. Still, I need to slow down, or I will be in diapers, babbling, and drooling too early.

I don’t know the exact day that I will head north, but I will have plenty of time to reflect and write again. a

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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4 thoughts on “The Mountains are Calling!

  1. My father is having the time of his life in retirement. Everything seems so brilliant, transparent and exciting to him, except perhaps his kids and grandchildren. I think to him we must seem opaque.

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