From past to present moment

This morning, I woke up and looked out the window at the Rocky Mountains in the distance. It’s been a year-and-a-half since I’ve moved into this home. Our last home had a full view of the Rockies to the west. We lived there for fifteen years. This home has a partial west view and more south exposure over the grassy hill.

Every morning, I’ve missed the old view. I crave to see the full spine of the mountains and the movement of the moon over them. I miss the light and the sunsets. It was more than the mountains, of course, it was the full, messy, busy and beautiful life watching my children grow up in that home. Fifteen years of memories pined over.

Not today. This morning, I looked out the window and smiled at the mountain view I’ve come to know now. And in that moment, I realized I’ve finally arrived in the present. Into the life we have today.

It took a year-and-a-half of processing the past: the pain of perceived loss and change. This morning’s experience let me know that I’m here now.

Sometimes you need to process the past in order to arrive in the present.

Love to you,



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