Days and weeks go by and then it's another month. I don't blog as much as I should. I do try. I sit down try to formulate into words what I'm feeling and experiencing but sometimes words don't come.
Winter is almost over here. It was over by the end of December to be honest but it's short duration did ravage our landscaping. Most of it is dead and will have to be completely torn out. Who needs shrubs, trees and palms any way? Apparently, it can get too cold in the desert. While I'm already seeing trees covered in white blossoms and Indian Paint Brush on the bluffs, I know that this can only mean one thing: Summer is coming. Dreaded summer. So many things I love about summer but a few things I could do without. But I think I'm in the minority. If I can get out and do some of the things I'd like to do instead of staying here in town all summer, I think I can get my mojo back for this season.
In the last 30 days:
Boyd was set-apart as the 1st Counselor to the Bishop in our ward. Bridger found out that she has earned a full-tuition scholarship to Snow College beginning this fall. I had an Aunt, a Great Uncle, and a Grandfather pass away. Chloe has gotten an new job after 4 1/2 year of being employed at the same place, nearly a quarter of her life! Hunter has been learning some tough life lessons and I have learned right along side her. I saw the most incredible sights while hiking and repelling in places I had never seen before. We've hosted dozens of visitors in the Retro House and I only vacuumed and swirled toilets once during the entire time. I consumed 3 bags of mini Cadbury eggs by myself.
It's been a busy month.
I am feeling a bit snarky about some of the things I see things posted on Facebook that really irritate me. But I'm proud of myself for not taking the bait and getting involved in heated debates or discussions. I have enjoyed my Instagram outlet but even get a bit burned out on that some times.
I keep shaking my head as to why a great group of hikers would keep inviting me to go canyoneering with them. I don't own my own equipment, I'm a novice and probably hold everyone back. Never-the-less, I am grateful. I don't know what I've done to deserve living here at this time and I don't feel one ounce of guilt about how much I love it.
My friend Nancy posted this quote, which has caused me to purchase the book it's from:
"Indeed, it has affirmed my belief that our purpose as spiritual beings is to follow our bliss, seek our passions, and live our lives as inspirations to each other." Aron Ralston, Between a Rock and a Hard Place
The slots and red sandstone of the desert balance me. I can only serve and love the Lord at any level because I am in His creation which for me is my balm of Gilead. Time and solitude and even quiet humming, whistling and conversation under the bluest of skies centers, restores, challenges, motivates, inspires and soothes me. Like a child who plays outside, it wears me out so that I have more restful sleep and less anxiety and I'm more capable of enduring and accomplishing more that is required of me. Deciding where to place my feet and hands on a scramble is like solving an intricate puzzle and while in that moment I am so focused that there isn't room in my brain for worries, anger or sadness.
That's not to say that every hike is perfectly successful or that every experience outside is without some discouragement or hardship. But those days make the others even sweeter.
It's Family History Night at mutual in a few short hours. There is always much to be done for the YW in my life. But, because I posted today, I can say I actually worked on Family History today! It counts, I promise.
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