Once self is taken care of I seek to rediscover the stuff that connects us as a family. Life intrudes aggressively between our relationships and we're so focused on the goal that we often forget about the journey and the moment.
I recently watched a video of Marc's family spending some time dam building* on a small stream. In that video he caught one of those perfect moments. Every thought of the future was tucked safely away and the kids were focused on a simple task and doing it in their own way. After a day of conference calls and urgent issues it was a wonderful peek into a simple time.
In the Rockies we sought these things as a family. Experiencing something new, together, simply.
We lucked out and ran into the Cherry Creek Arts Festival near our hotel in Denver. This allowed us some walk about time though I was still heavily in detox mode and probably wasn't as much fun to be around as I had hoped.
|Andy Rogers' Ceramics|
In their response to art perhaps the glass went from deeply tinted to lightly frosted. Fortunately we all shared the same aversion to the creepy pseudo-human sculpture that seemed the rage. Some cool urban photos appealed to the older and the younger seemed interested in the organic sculpture. In their response to art perhaps we got a brief glimpse into what may be going on inside those brains and perhaps of who they're trying to become. Or maybe it was just a nice walk. Regardless, it was balm.
The Rockies are all about altitude. The Mile High City is a stunted stepchild compared to what lies west. Mt. Evans beckoned and seemed a safe way to experience the altitude of the place. At the turn of the last century the City of Denver had been kind enough to create a road to the top of this fourteen thousand foot peak and while I don't climb, I can drive. So up we went.
|The lovely and I at the summit of Mt. Evans.You can't hear the wheezing in a photograph.|
|Fine fishing 2,000 feet below Mt. Evans' summit.|
Again the spirit of the boys cracked through the hard teenage shell. As the miles piled up on the trail the facade that the older sometimes puts on peeled away to reveal the man that is emerging. Serious at times, light at others, always the elder.
Most surprising was the younger's resilience on the walk. While a complaint occasionally slipped through his lips, the obstinacy of those pre-teen years was disappearing and he soldiered forward, often in the lead, right through to the end.
And Ann and I leaned on each other like we've done for over two decades. The walks through life, whether at sea level or several miles above, are never easy. But one finds that they are easier and more easily accomplished with encouraging words, a helping hand and two strong hearts working extra hard, especially in thin air.
|Deep waters of the Big Thompson.|
* No streams were harmed in the construction of this temporary structure.