I can’t remember all the times I tried to tell myself to hold on to these moments as they pass.
Counting Crows. A Long December.
This past week Scott took some much needed time off.
We gather our little family together and move upward, into the steep beauty of the Rocky Mountains. We breathe in the clean simplicity of wild air. We leave so much behind as we gather each other in. So much falls away in that lofty space. It is lighter up here. I breathe deeper. I see farther.
May the mountains bring prosperity to the people, the hills the fruit of righteousness. Ps. 72:3.
We shuffle our feet through a thick carpet of fallen aspen leaves. Lucy catches her hair in low hanging branches. I untangle her, then teach her to bend under the awareness of obstacles. We climb rocks, set a goal to find the perfect walking stick. Scott holds each child firmly as they slide their little feet across the slick mirror crusting a frozen pond. We tramp gleefully up and down gentle slopes, peer closely at reeds sheltering salamander swarms, attempt to leap as far as a cottontail rabbit. Scott and I pause, hands entwined, absorbing the jagged glory of the soaring Rocky Mountains. We snap photos to hang in stasis these golden moments of wild grace, the building blocks of a childhood, our light-hearted solace under the weight of the world.
Rejoice with your family in the beautiful land of life! Albert Einstein.
We clear a space to find each other, to gather in, to revel in the beauty of creation reflected in the joy we find in seeking it.
What have you done lately to gather in your family?