Right now I am cozy in a chair by a warm fireplace while snow is falling outside, glistening from the dim light of dusk. This relaxed comforting state reminds me of my recent weekend visiting Steamboat Lake. My friend Jenni is from Steamboat Springs and invited my boyfriend and me to join her on a weekend visit to her parent’s cabin. So Michael and I left the suburban and city-sprawl of Denver by lunch time on a Friday and began the beautiful drive along I-70. This highway has become so familiar to me thanks to countless visits to the southwest corner of Colorado and for fun-filled days of skiing at the winter resorts that this area is popular for. We passed the ski area of Loveland and the turn-offs for Arapahoe Basin and Breckenridge, which is where we exited I-70 and headed west on US-40. Although I had driven this route so many times before, I thrilled in the majestic Colorado scenery of towering mountains and cascading rivers. Even though it was early February, there wasn’t much snow on the ground until we came out on the other side of the Eisenhower Tunnel just before descending into the gorgeous valley that holds Silverthorne and Lake Dillon.
So many things on my precious mind
Sporadic and jumbled it feels
What do I start with?
Where do I begin?
From my long, long list
Do I veer towards productivity?
Yet how is productivity defined?
Or do I drop all things to do nothing?
Being still and quiet inside
I find myself gravitate towards writing
Wanting to release through words on the page
Is this what I start with?
Is this where I begin?
Taking care of me is where I begin
Writing is sometimes what I may do
Perhaps singing will at times express me best
While being still and doing nothing also works
First things first
Perhaps I need to rest