Crashingly Beautiful

“One final paragraph of advice: Do not burn yourself out. Be as I am – a reluctant enthusiast, a part time crusader, a half-hearted fanatic. Save the other half of yourselves and your lives for pleasure and adventure. It is not enough to fight for the land; it is even more important to enjoy it.

Run the rivers, breathe deep of that yet sweet and lucid air, sit quietly for a while and contemplate the precious stillness, that lovely, mysterious and awesome space.

 While you can. While it is still there. So get out there and mess around with your friends, ramble out yonder and explore the forests, encounter the grizz, climb the mountains.

Enjoy yourselves, keep your brain in your head and your head firmly attached to your body, the body active and alive, and I promise you this much: I promise you this one sweet victory over our enemies, over those deskbound people with their hearts in a safe deposit box and their eyes hypnotized by desk calculators.

I promise you this: you will outlive the bastards.”

— Edward Abbey, from a speech to environmentalists in Missoula, Montana, and in Colorado, which was published in High Country News, (24 September 1976), under the title “Joy, Shipmates, Joy!”.
*All  gorgeous photographs link back to Entre Caminos   *Speech found on Crashingly Beautiful

The Way it Has to Be

I just had to say good-bye to the Middler. He is going away for a week. I smiled and hugged him and told him to have fun.

He walked out the door and the tears started.

So, I wrote this. And it feels a little better.

The Problem

The problem with loving your kids too much

is it takes every fiber of your being to let them go to a week-long camp away from home.

What if everyone isn’t nice to them? What if they can’t sleep at night, without all the comforts of their bed and perfect pillows? What if they forget to take their medicine?

The problem with loving your kids too much

is every time you look at them, you can see the ghost of the baby you spent so much time rocking. No matter how big they grow, you can always see it even though others cannot.

The problem

is you don’t ever want anything bad to happen to them, and you want to walk around like an invisible bouncer, casting dirty looks that people can feel to some that get mouthy, putting a foot out to trip those that might be mean.

The problem with loving them too much

is you want to freeze this time. Because you’ve never been happier  in all your life. Being a family like this is everything you’ve ever wanted.

The problem

is that you’ve done your job too well. They grow tall and more confident each day. Ready to go into the wild world, without you. To have experiences that you won’t know about or be there to witness.

The problem with loving your kids too much

isn’t really a problem.

It’s the way it has to be.

The problem is

I don’t know any other way to be.

-Lisa A. Carr

Trouble Bears

I laughed so hard when I saw this. Not long ago, I told the thrilling story of the time I was lost in the forest. This was during the time when Edward and I, in our college days, would load up our little truck with chips, peaches, and mountain dew, and take off for the mountains in Wyoming. Continue reading

Free

Free by the Zac Brown Band

Picnic Day♥

Perfect♥

Aspens that I fell in love with♥

Violet took this one. She’d like that noted for the record♥

My smallest Kayaker♥

I asked the littles…”is this more fun than Disney?”. They said yes♥

Into the Mystic

 I got it! Thank you Brigitte
Press below to hear Van Morrison say it perfectly*
 We were born before the wind

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Time Out

We are kidnapping our children. Taking them off road. Making them listen to Jimmy Buffet, and maybe some Jewel. We are stealing them from practices of all kinds, and games. From their friends, and television. And cell phones.

We’ll hike, and fish, and do the campfire thing. Daddy will begrudgingly let the kids do S’mores, even though he hates the whole messy process. We’ll laugh, and talk, and nap. No where we have to be at any certain time. No obligations.

Good bye dear Blogging friends. I will miss you. But, I really can’t wait to have my family all to myself, if only for just a few days. These kids are slipping through our fingers. We won’t always be able to declare Time Out. And force our music on them at the same time. 🙂