Back home in Colorado, this would have been no problem, for all I would have to do is take a short drive and a little hike. Find one of those not so secret places in the mountains to clear my thoughts and refresh my soul. A place like that pictured above. Looking up at the mountains, above the Paris Mill in Buckskin Gulch. I got lucky with this picture, and managed to capture some of the sun's rays as it looked down upon us. I was able to absorb the softness of the sky, brisk clean air, the beauty and spirit of the mountains. Sometimes it was even better at night, taking in the inviting, sparkling, brilliant stars. Enjoying a luminescent glow of comforting moonlight, and the startlingly clear shadows it cast.
These, not so secret, places had the ability to calm my person, and clear my mind of all that troubled me. I could sit on the rocks all day, and dream of all sorts of things, mysteries, fantasies, adventures and so much more. I had even been known to take a sketch pad and attempt, however woefully, to capture the scenery around me. Unfortunately for me, Kel was the artist of the family, I had to struggle for the most basic of concepts. But I did enjoy the contentment that came along with the attempt.
Where my visits seemed to help me the most, was in clearing my mind of all the small meaningless worries and troubles. Then I was able to refresh it with new, sometimes funny, fanciful, or insightful ideas. What ever direction my imagination took me, I always came away with fresh and new ideas for my mind to play with. I could dream up stories of intricate fantasies and plans of adventurous travels. The hard part was getting them down on paper in some understandable format.
Now that I believe I have gotten better at putting my ideas on paper, virtual or otherwise, I am finding myself, with mimic quality, losing all those free flowing thoughts. I constantly have difficulties organizing those scattered threads of ideas, trying to meld them together into a woven tapestry of a story worthy of a persons time to read. I am in search of some form of quality that seems to escape my conscious thought, and leaves me wandering in a cloudy confusion.
I need to find a place close by with some uncharacteristic beauty that I can visit regularly to clear and refresh my thoughts. Now that I'm living in the city, not to mention a city in the flat lands, I may have to readjust my definition of beauty and serenity. The deer lease is nice, but too far away for regular visits. I need something close by, that a couple minute drive or short walk can deliver me to solitude, solace and contentment. A place that will allow me to leave behind all the worries of the week, and troubles of the times. I'll keep looking, and eventually I'll find it, but until then I'll just have to push through, organizing my thoughts and ideas. As the saying goes, the only real failure, is a failure to try.
As a closing note, I have a quote to share. This was sent to me by Kel, and it fits these times of financial troubles ever so appropriately.
“The American Republic will endure until the day Congress discovers that it can bribe the public with the public's money.”
— Alexis de Tocqueville