Every Spring, while half the world busies itself with Renewal and Life...awakening from the cold, dark blight of winter...getting outdoors instead of reading blogs (as they should), the Wanderer seems to go out of sync with the Universe. Sometimes, like when I've just come off the road and everybody else is still out playing...and another monster snowstorm is baring down...and readers have better things to do, it feels as if a collective Yawn goes up from the Cosmos; apathy (pathos?) regarding my life-choices, objectives and purposeful intentions. Maybe I should just suspend the BCB till Mud Season is over.
When the BCB product loses its pulse, insecurity seeps into The Valleys of the Shadows. I feel like a "bench warmer" hitting the oxygen mask...trying to feel part of the game...and to make matters worse, there's nobody in the stands.
Then, out of the blue Colorado sky, an encouraging email manages to break through cobwebs and fall into dust that coats the bottom of my inbox (Poof!). Coach screams, "Johnson! Get your helmet on and go in for Fleming...he's lost out there and it's killing us."
This lovely note is from Nicole in San Francisco.
Thanks for the CPR, Nicole, what a beautiful, uplifting, and well-timed note. You made my
day week :)
Flashback photos are from a Sedona hike with Wiseones. Have a great weekend everybody!
Mark and Bobbie in Lovely Ouray...waiting on the next snowstorm: ETA, Midnight...