...exhale

there is something about leaving the vastness of the desert

where 110 degrees is not uncommon on a summer day

and landing in the succor of mountain arms.

 magestic.  rugged.  cool.  green.  peaceful.

where a short boat ride across a lake and an easy mile hike

leads to powerful rushing waters.  loud and thunderous.

the grand teton in the jackson hole valley of wyoming
 rises 13,770 feet into the sky.

even in july the remnants of the winter snows scatter across it.s peaks.

for as long as i can remember, this beautiful country

is where i have played many of my summer days away.

catching frogs.  tubing down streams.  looking for moose.  misquito bites.

i feel so grateful that i have been able to pass this tradition

onto my own five children. 

to watch their awe and wonder and love for this land grow as mine did.

to know that they can recognize an aspen tree

and stand still long enough to hear it.s leaves quaking in the wind.

i love that they are imprinting their admiration of this town..this land

onto everyday movements in their lives.

i feel something so spiritual when i am here.

it is proof to me of my firm belief in a loving creator.

i feel so blessed.

i feel home.

i can breath.

i exhale.

{i am still on vacation, but wanted to share a peek of my recent world with my friends}