Day #2: “What’s Best?” ~ I started the day at my home away from home gym. I noticed that it took less time to pull the trainer out of the RV storage compartment, set-up the bike, and begin my spin routine than it would have taken to drive to the health club…and the views...hmmm, I’m on to something here and I get a new view every few days!
If a day could be classified as a perfect day, then day #2 was it. Oh sure, I could wax sad about the people and things that could have made it “better” and then I would diminish the beauty that occurred in that moment, the one that I will never have again in exactly this way. Really people, ALL we have is THIS moment. We do not have the ones that have passed nor the ones that may come. If I could harness the energy expended upon past moments or future moments…oh the power and wealth I would amass…alas, that’s so not my interest! My interest is in encouraging you to make the most out of the very moment before you. Live it fully, regret nothing, forgive graciously and smile at strangers often.
Zapata Falls Day #2: “What’s Best?” ~ Zapata Falls! Frozen. It’s a magic thing to me, that moving water can freeze. After Zapata Falls, we attempted the 2,300’ elevation gain hike to South Zapata Lake...a high alpine lake. We got stopped out when the snow became so prevalent, we couldn’t find the trail. Against my inner FMS (Fear of Missing Something), I opted to turn back as winds on the ridge were building, thunder clouds were looming in the distance, and I was downright unprepared in trail running shoes (completely saturated), capris hiking pants, and a sweatshirt. There was no gortex in my pack. I have learned this lesson about the swift weather changes in Colorado…more than once. Oh how persistent I can be in hopes of beauty. Nonetheless, it was a “best.”
Day #2: “What’s Best?” ~ A tired and content Dolce…this is not acceptable behavior at home so she relishes…I too, lulled by the silence, napped in the warmth of the sun on that leather couch. Regaining a modicum of consciousness, I enjoyed a meal that might cause my mom’s heart to melt. She used to feed me a very small pasta I affectionately know as “pastina”. The box I am holding says: Acini Pepe 44. She would dress it with ample amounts of butter and parmesan cheese. I was very little when she began serving me this dish…perhaps only weeks old as she refused to deal with a crying baby in the middle of the night so opted to feed me “real” food at a very early age. I survived and more than that have visceral experiences of certain things that are unlikely recalled intellectually. Pastina is one of those. Graham crackers mushed-up in milk is another. To this day, I mush a piece of cake with vanilla ice cream and recreate that familiar texture. If I can round up cake and ice cream in the next 26 days, I assure you, that will be “what’s best?”
Namasté
I honor the place in you in which spirit dwells ♥ I honor the place in you which is of love, of truth, of light and peace ♥ When you are in that place in you and I am in that place in me, we are one
Namasté
I honor the place in you in which spirit dwells ♥ I honor the place in you which is of love, of truth, of light and peace ♥ When you are in that place in you and I am in that place in me, we are one
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