Archives for June 2011

Getting Closer

I’m working on so many things right now to try to get myself back to a place where I actually feel okay. This week’s Six Word Fridays word – “near” – seemed apropos, and I can sum up how I feel right now without having to say much more:

Making progress, getting closer, drawing near.

Sunsetting in Rearview Mirror, South Dakota


Fledgling Friday – June 10 edition

A slightly late posting of Fledgling Friday (blame road trip recovery). Hope everyone had a good week! Looking forward to what all you new bloggers have to share this week.

Thoughts from the Road(Trip)

We pulled into our driveway last night and could hear our dog – having spent the past week waiting to see if we’d ever come back – barking madly. Upon opening the door, he came storming out. He jumped. He licked. He ran circles around us.

We’re home.

The trip – despite some moments of going crazy – was great. A few observations:

  1. Spending seven full days with a toddler when you haven’t done that often – in fact, ever – is…what’s the word? Challenging? Exhausting? Enlightening? Crazy-making? Endearing? Yes.
  2. I might, possibly, need to plan a little bit more alone time on future trips.
  3. Toddlers who are pretty tied to a routine at home do surprisingly well on road trips.
  4. Next time, I need to remember to bring bath toys. (Thanks again, Paige, for kitting us out for the trip home.)
  5. When you tell your three-year-old boy you’re going to a play date and he’s quite concerned about whether there will be diggers there, and then you arrive to find that there are, in fact, diggers to play with, the look on his face is priceless.
  6. It turns out three-year-old boys quickly forget about diggers when there’s a selection of fire trucks to play with.
  7. A two-day drive with a toddler is actually not so bad when he can watch shows on the iPhone once the toys and games you brought get boring.
  8. The second day is especially quiet when the toddler is sick, spent the whole previous night throwing up, and then sleeps most of the way home. (Poor little monkey.)
  9. My family – those who were there and those who weren’t – are truly one of my biggest blessings.
  10. There’s a reason we seem to go there every year. It’s becoming even more about the people, though I will always find a piece of my soul in the place.

Recipe for Going Crazy

Add:
1 road trip
1 high-energy toddler
1 minor time change that throws off the schedule of people who normally quite like routine
Different environments that seem to inevitably cause above-noted toddler to have a gigantic screaming fit at bedtime
1 mom already feeling the angst of a state of limbo
A few shots of driving back and forth between places that are beautiful but that also happen to cause this:

Subtract:
Sufficient personal space
Normal required amount of exercise
A few elements of normally good diet and nutrition

Your finished product should look like this:

Heading home tomorrow.

Hello, Inspiration – Rocky Mountain Soul

With apologies in advance to my mother, who will probably cry when she reads this.

 

Sometimes inspiration isn’t a thing or a person, it’s a place.

Coming Down the Highway

I’ve driven this road a hundred times. It contains a part of my soul that I only actually see – actually feel – when I’m on it.

Incredible scenery on the road in Banff National Park

It leads me to where I’m from – not a city, necessarily, but a place packed with memories.

Moraine Lake Panorama

The significance of this place was passed down to me by my family’s history and my mother’s love of the mountains. It has now been passed down to my son who, when we met up again after he drove with my parents for a while, proudly announced, “I saw Grandma’s favourite mountain!”

Mt Rundle Reflected

Inspiration is being in this place and watching for trains, even though I’m now 36, not 6 (and not a boy).

Morant's Curve 11

It’s spotting wildlife – new generations of those same animals we drove past in my childhood.

Rocky Mountain Bighorn Sheep

It’s tall mountains and big skies.

Canadian Rockies: Big Sky

It’s a place that lives in me. And right now I am alive in it.

Moonrise over Canmore, Alberta

My song: John Denver – Take Me Home Country Roads

All photos from Flickr as credited. Instead of snapping shots of the scenery, we’ve been soaking it in.