I heard my heart whisper
“Go back to Colorado.
See the mountains.
Feel the sky.
Let me be free.”
Go see John Prine sing while you still can.
That troubadour who sings from his heart.
Hello in there, hello.
Come on home.
His songs called me. I listened.
Red Rocks Amphitheater in 4 days.
Off to our lodging for the next three days.
The reality did not match the advertisement.
We spent most of the evening convincing Kepler it would be ok and he would be safe. He insisted he was not going to stay there.
Before the end of the evening, Greg decided we would find alternate arrangements, for the good of us all.
Next morning, a text from my mom, “Did you hear about John Prine?” I found this on Twitter and I cried:
But this is why I came. Now what?
Meditation. That’s what. Becoming centered regardless of the story my mind was creating. The next few days were spent seeing places like this:
Up the mountain to the top of Mt. Evans.
Bighorn sheep strolling by.
An entire weather system visible ahead.
Kepler insisting he was NOT going to the top.
A short hike to a mountain lake on the way.
A brief visit to Garden of the Gods the morning we left for home.
A happy, happy hiker in the Garden of the Gods.