its not just the elevation....the elation of finally being home.
its somewhere between the rockie mountain peaks and the cool depths of the lake.
between the clouds that are as often below as above here.
its been a long climb and I am tired.
but its the kind of tired that fills you with joy as you looks around and behold the wonder that you would have missed if you had stayed way down there.
i'd exhale but the air tastes so good I want to keep it in.
maybe that's why I have been disconnected from the clickety click of this keyboard?
to busy infusing myself with every molecule of this fresh mountain air.
oxygen, clean like my lungs have never known
it is time to re group
time to settle in
find our new rhythm
splash in the very cold lake feed by the snow capped mountains and slowly melting glaciers
I make us extra large mason jars full of home made ice tea early in the morning.
the family favorite so far is black currant hibiscus sweetened with blue agave nectar..sipped directly from the jar in the hot summer sun
we make the trek down the very steep mountain side to the town core
inhale the aromas of lake/pine/coffee/nag champa/hot pavement/wet pavement/garlic/korma....
city and mountain collide and the i am intoxicated by it
my beautiful children marvel at the architecture,
the many colorful people
the many languages the dance on the breeze...we want to learn them all
they are giddy about all of the home schooled kids
they have made best buds and kindred spirits
they feel more at home then they have EVER and for that I am abundantly grateful
they (meaning Noah for the most part) are throwing tantrums and yelling at each other
they are finding their groove
I am loosing my patience and then, by the grace of the goddess, finding it again
our home is in town
it has been years since we lived IN town
bicycling to the store
the smell of coffee being roasted in the cafes early in the morning wafting up the hillside
it is different and I like it