Mountain Home, Pt. 2

Well, we are homeward bound tomorrow. While I'm looking forward to being back home, in my own bed and with more than just three shirt options, I'm always more than a little sad when it's time to leave. The drive here was towards rest, trees, rivers, lakes, late nights playing cards with my kids. The drive home is towards obligations, stress and all the other things that infringe upon the sanity of everyday life. I always leave inspired to find a way to fit more of the peace and clarity I find up in the mountains to the life that awaits me back at home. Every time, I'm a little more successful. I've said it before, but only because it's true. This place is magic. Something flows in the mountain rivers that revives. Something permeates the air around the dense forest that heals, soothes. There is definitely something to be said for heading off to the sun and the seashore in the summertime, but for me it's green and misty mountains all the way.

xo
Nutmeg