September sweetness

I love September and adore fall.

Aspens in Rocky Mountain National Park, Colorado, Sept 2014
Aspens in Rocky Mountain National Park, Colorado, Sept 2014

There’s a time element associated with the season that forces me to get out and make time to see the trees, view the colors, and breathe in the change.

This summer and fall have been amazing. Not too hot. A good bit of moisture. Higher humidity. And fall is following suit. Cool mornings. Warm days. Cool evenings.


Aspens in Rocky Mountain National Park, Colorado, Sept 2014

A visit to Rocky Mountain National Park was the right thing to do this week to see the autumn leaves. In some places the aspen painted a swatch of gold across the landscape.

It was important to get up to see the trees before the weather changes, the wind blows or the snow falls.

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It’s totally beautiful. And the smell of autumn is like nothing else. I hope you have the opportunity to view, breathe and enjoy it all.

And if you do find yourself among the trees, surrounded by sky and wide open spaces, I hope you are able to relax your shoulders, quiet your mind and breathe in the smell of the season.

With a smile on your face (of course!)


RMNP5 - Sept 2014






Aspens in Rocky Mountain National Park, Colorado





Aspens in Rocky Mountain National Park, Colorado, Sept 2014






Rocky Mountain National Park, Colorado
Rocky Mountain National Park – Sept 2014

Happy Anniversary – who knew?

I received a Happy Anniversary greeting from WordPress acknowledging my 5 years of blogging with them. Time has a way of flying by, doesn’t it?

Now, since it took me off guard, I didn’t have time to write an acceptance speech. But I want to begin by thanking WordPress who made it all possible. Without them, where would I be?

Next, I want to thank my readers especially those who have become my blogging friends over the years. Kisses to you all!

Next  I can’t forget the long line of cameras that have come into my world and have either been lost or used to death. The images I took on them helped bring the words to life.

I’m running out of time, I know… there are so many of you to mention.

I remember 5 years ago wanting to blog but not having a niche. Many of my blogging friends wrote about their books, kids, quilts, photography, lessons, travels and other magical topics. I just wanted to write.

It took a while to get in the groove and then it took more time to stay in the groove then sometimes I lost my groove and when I found it, it was a new groove.

I took several paths – offering information about online help, writing about Internet Goodies, blogging daily, blogging outside my comfort zone and on and on. What worked was writing about something that I read, or a person I met or a song or lecture that inspired me. Inspiration came in the form of watching the clouds or the seasons or a train pass by. I wrote when something made a difference in my world and I wanted to share it.

So, here I am five years later. Will I still be writing five years from now? And if so, will there be something brilliant that makes you want to tap the stranger next to you and read them my dazzling words? No?

What I love most about blogging is looking back over the years to see what I wrote. Like a journal, it gives me a glimpse of where I was at that point in time.

Warm regards and thanks for a great 5 years. (More hugs, kisses and a bow…)

Photos below from the Denver Botanical Gardens – Dale Chihuly exhibit

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The love of my fate …

I have three books that I’m currently reading and today I picked one up titled I Believe: When What You Believe Matters by Eldon Taylor.  I found a passage that jumped out at me and I read it again and again. It’s a story Joseph Campbell tells about Freidrich NIstzsche.

“At a certain moment in Nietzsche’s life, the idea came to him of what he called “the love of your fate.” Whatever your fate is, whatever the heck happens, you say, “This is what I need.” It may look like a wreck but go through it as though it were an opportunity or a challenge.

If you bring love to that moment–not discouragement– you will find the strength is there. Any disaster that you can survive is an improvement in your character, your stature, and your life. What a privilege! This is when the spontaneity of your own nature will have a chance to flow. Then, when looking a back at your life, you will see that the moments which seemed to be great failures followed by wreckage were the incidents that shaped the life you have now. You’ll see that this is really true.

IMG_3570As I read this, I looked back at those moments when my life was in total chaos and relived the wreckage that surrounded me. I don’t think the words “This is what I need” ever crossed my mind but over time I realize I did need it. I needed a clear ending. I needed focus. I needed to let go. I needed to cry. I needed to heal. And with the help of friends and family, I found the strength.

The trouble is, when you are in that moment, it’s hard to see the pieces of your shattered life as an opportunity or challenge. You mainly see failure and loss.

And yet, standing here and looking back I understand it was an opportunity to choose a new path. And over time, I picked up what I needed from the wreckage and redefined me.

The love of my fate…

I Believe: When what you believe matters by Eldon Taylor
Joseph Campbell – Reflections on the Art of Living