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What a great delight to travel last week to Palisade, Colorado, to rest and replenish with a loved one, and to dwell among such images above. Sunsets that invoke pause. Calling Cat Tails. Distant lightning strikes. Balanced stones in the Colorado River. And eye-catching plateaus.
It is rest and replenishment, true. A break from more everyday norms and patterns. But what lives behind that is newness and horizon, refreshed listening and seeing, that I have always found to be life-giving. And that have a way of resetting the next phase of paths.
A bow of gratitude.