I haven’t posted since Father’s Day.
I’m still here. Just someplace else. I’m on my annual sabbatical, fly-fishing, writing, spiritual-refreshment trip. It’s Saturday night and I have no place to be but here.
In Colorado, in the mountains. Specifically, I’m in the Conejos Canyon, sitting at the dining room table in a beautiful “cabin” that is charming, spacious, and graciously offered while the owners travel. It’s sweet.
Why Do I Do It?
- It’s breathtakingly gorgeous
- It’s in a somewhat remote area
- No traffic, no traffic lights, no rush hour
- No humidity
- No crowds
- Everywhere I look is inspiring
- Everywhere I go feeds my soul
- Did I mention the no traffic?
Well, some of the time. It’s a season for solitude to hear the voice of God while engulfed in silence. In the solace of silence, he speaks to me. Or should I say that my mind, soul, and heart are ready to listen?
When needing human contact, I have amazing options. There are believers here who’ve opened their lives. Not because of who I am, but because of what they are. They are loving and gracious people, filled with the Spirit of God. I’m renewed in their fellowship whether it be at table, on the ATV, or in the river.
They are my friends.
I Like it Here
I see his architecture in the randomly rugged mountains. I see his beauty in the crystal-clear water of a lake at 12,000 feet. I’m reminded he is God by the snow-capped peaks in late June. I sense his whimsy by the thousands of aspen trees with their millions of leaves all fluttering in the cool breeze. I feel at home.
If you’ve missed my blog, sorry. If you haven’t, well, thanks anyway. Either way, I’ll get back to normal soon enough.
God bless you.